August 8.
Su Shoudao and He Yingxiu’s wedding was about to begin.
He Yingxiu and Su Ruoli, who live in the He family villa, got up early before 5am and the make-up artist arranged by Song Wanting arrived on time to do their make-up.
Su Shoudao, who was staying at Buckingham Palace, had also started to get up and change his clothes by now.
In accordance with normal wedding practice, Su Shoudao had to do his groom’s look first thing in the morning and then, together with his best man and the wedding car procession, he would go to the He family to receive the bride.
As no outside parties were notified of the wedding, Su Shoudao only asked his son, Su Zhifei, to be his best man.
Su Zhi Fei, who had changed his ways, was also happy that his father’s feelings had found their true home, so naturally he agreed to his request very readily.
Just after five o’clock, Ye Chen’s pre-arranged bridal procession had also tied up its bouquet and was waiting to depart from the downstairs of the Buckingham Palace Hotel.
At this moment, at the Purple Mountain Villa at the top of the Purple Mountain in Jinling.
Lin Wan’er had already washed and freshened up early and was sitting alone in the courtyard with the door open, admiring the foggy morning view in the Purple Mountain while boiling a pot of Pu’er tea over a gentle fire.
After the experience of the last chance encounter with Ye Chen in the basement of Townsend I, Lin Wan’er did not go out again in the past two days, not even out of the top floor of the Purple Mountain Villa, a special courtyard.
When Sister Xian came up with a wooden basket, she was a little surprised to see Lin Wan’er’s courtyard door open and asked, “Why is Miss Lin up so early today?”
Lin Wan’er nodded slightly, smiled lightly and said, “I usually get up early too, but I don’t start making tea this early in the morning.”
Sister Xian placed the basket in front of Lin Wan’er, half-kneeling in front of her, and opened the basket, which contained some very delicate looking tea.
Sister Xian picked up the plate containing the tea desserts and carefully placed it next to Lin Wan’er’s teapot, saying respectfully, “Miss Lin, this is the Chen Pi Pu’er pastry you mentioned yesterday, the pastry chef at home has never made it before, so she tried it for the first time according to the method you mentioned, I don’t know if it’s to your liking, please try it.”
Lin Wan’er nodded, her long white fingers gently pinched a piece, and with the other hand, she put her five fingers together in the shape of a Yuan Bao under her lips and took a small bite.
Sister Xian at the side looked at Lin Wan’er a little nervously, not knowing whether this unfathomable young lady liked it or not.
Lin Wan’er tasted it lightly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, then gradually relaxed.
She is only 17 or 18 years old and she has such beauty, if she waits for another two or three years, she will still be beautiful …… ”
At this moment, Lin Wan’er put aside the Chen Pi Pu’er pastry, picked up the tea cup again and took a sip, smiled and said to Sister Xian, “It’s quite good, it’s more or less the taste I want, but the tea leaves are still a little bit poor.”
Sister Xian was secretly surprised and could not help but say with a smile, “Miss Lin, this is already the best pu-erh tea that my husband can buy.”
“Yes.” Lin Wan’er smiled and said, “This tea is indeed good, it is just a bit short of my tea …… but it doesn’t matter, I am already pleasantly surprised to achieve this taste, thank you Sister Xian, and thank that pastry chef for me for Sister Xian.”