Chapter 9 The Fourth Mask 1
In the end, Mom and Dad prepared a large table of dishes, not counting cold dishes, fruits and desserts, there were 12 hot dishes in total.
Everyone enjoyed the meal very much. With the sweet-talking Qian Yuefang and the dancing Jing Fengyin, the dining atmosphere was very harmonious. Even the father, who had been glaring at the three older boys, as if worried that they would steal his precious daughter, finally smiled and told everyone about his glorious history.
My mother was so amused by Qian Yuefang that she burst into laughter, as if they were good friends regardless of age difference.
The two most silent people at the table were Xing Yeliu and me.
I am still embarrassed about the photo incident, but Xing Yeliu... this big iceberg is used to keeping silent.
"Uncle, I heard that you graduated from Xinggong College. Did you join any clubs at that time?" Jing Fengyin, who was chatting more and more with her father, found an opportunity to ask.
Hearing this, I immediately pricked up my ears and paid close attention. Xing Yeliu also sat up slightly and cast his gaze across.
"Haha, I joined a lot of clubs back then! The track and field club, the arts club... and what other clubs? Now that I'm old, I can't remember some of them clearly..." Dad said with a red face and slapping his thigh, probably because he drank a little bit of Huadiao wine.
Jing Fengyin was a little disappointed, but soon regained her composure and continued to ask, "Uncle, where did you learn your dessert-making skills?"
"Dessert? I think I'm self-taught! Oh, it's been so many years, I don't remember anything before..." Dad touched his head, but couldn't remember anything at all. Finally, he gave up and patted Jing Fengyin on the shoulder and said, "I'm telling you, I like you best among the three of you! You're smart and good at talking, and you'll definitely get along well with my daughter... Come on, eat, keep eating..."
"Dad, don't talk nonsense!" When I heard my father say this, my face turned red and I immediately stood up to refute him. Unexpectedly, problems also occurred with my mother and Qian Yuefang.
"Aunt Beauty, did you and Uncle Handsome meet in Xinggong?"
"It seems so, I don't remember exactly. Come here, Xiaoyue, this dish is a famous dish in our Xinde Town, you try it!" Mom picked up a piece of smoked mandarin fish with chopsticks and put it in Qian Yuefang's bowl, "Don't be fooled by its black and smelly appearance, it tastes delicious..."
Qian Yuefang, who loves beauty so much that she even wants to incorporate floral scents and super beautiful shapes into her desserts, saw the smoked mandarin fish that seemed to exude a dark atmosphere, and her face immediately wrinkled into a bitter gourd shape. She said, "Oh, Auntie, no, there's no need to be so polite, hahaha..."
"Try it! Come, come——"
He still couldn't resist my mother's enthusiasm, and he put the smoked mandarin fish that he had been avoiding into his mouth without hesitation.
"Sorry, Aunt Beauty, I, I need to go to the bathroom..."
Qian Yuefang still couldn't hold on any longer. He covered his mouth, stood up, and ran away.
My mother had no idea where to show her enthusiasm. She glanced around and saw the polite Jing Fengyin being led by her father to drink Huadiao aged wine. She glanced at me without interest, and her eyes finally fell on Xing Yeliu who had been sitting quietly eating.
My eyelids suddenly twitched, and I saw my mother sitting next to Xing Yeliu very naturally and patting Xing Yeliu on the shoulder with one hand.
"Your name is Xing Yeliu, right? Can I call you Xiaoliu? Child, you are so handsome! Just like the stars on TV! What does your family do? How long have you known my daughter..."
"Mom, don't, don't do this!"
I was breaking out in a cold sweat.
Xing Yeliu is a well-known iceberg, not everyone can get close to him, but his mother actually dared to pat his shoulder.
I stood up and was about to rush between them to separate them, but Xingye Liu nodded obediently and replied calmly: "Just call me Liu, Auntie, my family..."
I stared in amazement at Xing Yeliu who was communicating in a friendly manner with her mother.
How could he become so well-behaved in front of my mother?
The meal lasted until 9pm.
Dad was already drunk, but Jing Fengyin still looked as cheerful as ever, with only a slight blush on her cheeks, and no sign of drunkenness at all.
Qian Yuefang came back from the bathroom and quietly sat in Xing Yeliu's original seat, drinking water continuously; and Xing Yeliu actually had a very good chat with my mother - it could be seen from the pile of dishes that my mother had taken from his bowl.
Of course, Qian Yuefang was not envious at all. Instead, she felt like she had escaped death.
"Okay! Now that we're done eating, let's go back to our rooms and rest. Lin Weiya, get up and take our distinguished guests upstairs to rest and entertain them attentively."
I was relieved to see that my mother had finally stopped gossiping and nagging. I was sweating profusely and was terrified during the meal.
"Viya, it seems that my uncle and aunt, like everyone else, have lost their memories of Earl Rose..."
After returning to the third floor, Jing Fengyin, who was rarely able to keep a clear mind, said to me.
"Yes, I tried to sound out the problem for a long time, but Aunt Beauty didn't even remember the name 'Earl Rose'."
Qian Yuefang also told the results of his test, and Xing Yeliu nodded. The clues he got from my mother were the same.
"In other words, people who have been at the Earl's Rose Pastry Club for three years will slowly ?" I asked worriedly.
"This is the only possibility. But, Wei Ya, don't worry too much. We have time to find a solution. The key is that we still have one thing to figure out this time."
Jing Fengyin patted my head comfortingly. When Xing Yeliu's cold eyes swept over me, he quickly withdrew his hand, gave Xing Yeliu a funny look, and said to me: "We hope to find out the reason why you are immune to the magic of the West Point Society this time."
"What do you think? Could it be that my uncle and aunt stayed in the West Pastry Club for too long, so their daughter developed antibodies against magic?" Qian Yuefang guessed.
"Stop making wild guesses!"
Xing Yeliu glared at Qian Yuefang coldly, then nodded and said goodbye to me, and went back to his room first.
"Then we'll go back to the room, Wei Ya, go down and have a rest. We'll talk about other things tomorrow."
"Okay! Then you can have a good rest. You can go to the bathroom on the second floor to wash up. I'll bring your towels and toiletries up later."
I said goodbye to Jing Fengyin and Qian Yuefang and soon arrived downstairs.
