When She Stops Being Dramatic novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Chapter 119: The Green Tea Female Supporting Character in a Period Novel (6)

However, her eyes drifted to the side, catching a glimpse of the heavy bamboo basket on a low branch near the window, filled with who knows what.

Chi Yun’er was no longer the innocent and carefree eighteen-year-old of the past. She was now a person burdened with an extra twenty years of tragic experiences. After a lifetime of suffering, she had rarely felt any warmth from the world.

She’d already lived one life full of regrets; she couldn’t start this one by becoming responsible for someone’s death, even indirectly.

There were plenty of ways to get her revenge on Jiang Zishi. She didn’t need to destroy her own conscience to do it!

Chi Yun’er asked cautiously, "Brother Hua, if there’s something I want, would you be able to bring it for me?"

Jiang Yihua raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "As long as it’s on my way, sure. But if you ask me to detour halfway across Xiahua, you’ll really be putting me in a tough spot."

Chi Yun’er chuckled and shook her head. "Do you think I’m that unreasonable?"

"You’re not just going out for fun, Brother Hua. You have a mission to complete."

"Since you’re going to Mongolia, you’ll probably take the main road, which passes through the Capital City, right? I’ve been here for over a year, and I’m really craving some snacks from my hometown."

"We don’t get many holidays, and Zishi never goes back to the Capital City, so I’d never dare to go back by myself. My parents are busy with work and can’t find the time either. I haven’t been home in over a year."

"Anything mailed from home takes half a month to get here, and since it’s summer, any food would spoil long before it arrived. So for a lot of snacks, the only way I get to even smell them is in my dreams..."

It was far more than a year. She hadn’t tasted authentic Capital City cuisine in over twenty years.

’Was it really the food she missed?’

’No. She was just homesick. She just wanted to return to that simpler, nostalgic time in her life...’

Seeing her speak so pitifully, the crease between Jiang Yihua’s brows softened. He mulled it over for a moment, then a small smile touched his lips as he agreed, "No problem."

Chi Yun’er pressed her advantage. "Then... Brother Hua, could you wait for a moment?"

"I want to write a letter to my parents. Could you take it to them when you pass through? They can prepare the snacks, and you can bring them back for me on your way home?"

"Brother Hua, would you like some jasmine tea? I picked the flowers myself from the mountain this year. I don’t have much of it, so I’m usually reluctant to serve it to guests."

’The truth was, she rarely had guests to entertain. Besides, anyone she didn’t know well, especially the local villagers, would find her too delicate, too bourgeois. An anonymous letter was all it would take to have her publicly shamed, forced to wear a placard while people pelted her with rotten vegetables.’

After a moment’s hesitation, Jiang Yihua nodded and stepped inside.

The door was left wide open. Jiang Yihua’s gaze fell on the porcelain cup. It was a lustrous white, adorned with a delicately painted orchid. The single small flower gave the cup an extra touch of elegance.

The beautiful jasmine blossoms in the cup, combined with the mint leaves Chi Yun’er had just plucked from the windowsill, sent a light, fragrant aroma curling up with the steam. Before he even took a sip, the sweltering heat he felt seemed to dissipate.

He lowered his head and took a sip. It was subtly sweet and fragrant, with the refreshing kick of mint. It was excellent for dispelling the summer heat and quenching one’s thirst—not bad at all.

The crease between his brows smoothed out a little more.

Chi Yun’er smiled. "I coated the jasmine flowers in a bit of sugar frost, so it’s a little sweet, but not cloying. Brother Hua, please have some mung bean cake. I’m going to write my letter now."