Chapter 71 - Selling Cuteness (1/2)

Thankfully, Qiu Ling didn't know what his beloved was thinking. He was just happy that he could spend time with him. ”Come, come, have a seat.” He pulled Jing Yi onto the chair beside him and pushed the plate with the snacks over. ”Have something to eat.”

Jing Yi looked at the snacks and grabbed a cookie, too. He hadn't eaten anything that morning, since all his thoughts were focused on going to the teahouse and accomplishing his mother's request.

Qiu Ling smiled even broader seeing Jing Yi accept the snacks from him. ”And? How is it? Tasty?” He was just as excited now as Mister Zhong had been when the first guest entered the teahouse. ”You can have more if you like. Just take it.”

Jing Yi nodded, but didn't say anything else.

Qiu Ling didn't mind. Quite on the contrary, he liked this atmosphere. If he blended all those extraneous people out, it would just be like in the nine heavens.

In fact, this really reminded him of that day he had gifted something to Jing He for the first time. They hadn't been an official couple back then, so he had waited with bated breaths if his adored one would accept or not. If he did, then this would have been the first step of them becoming a couple. If he didn't … Qiu Ling would have needed to court him even longer.

Thinking back now, Jing He had looked a bit troubled. He had clearly hesitated, but finally still accepted his gift. Not only that, he had even secured it in a chest and put it in a place not that easily seen by others. He obviously didn't want to share even its sight!

Ah, he must have been so touched!

Thinking of this distant memory Qiu Ling's grim expression, that had already wavered for quite a while, completely collapsed and made way for a silly smile.

Madam Zhong, who observed everything from the door of the preparation room, furrowed her brow. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to send Jing Yi over? That man seems a little strange.

Before she could dwell on it, the second customer finally graced their teahouse. It was a middle aged woman. She wore simple, yet elegant robes and a friendly smile showed between the faint wrinkles on her face. She stepped in and waited. Behind her, another woman entered. She was about half the older woman's age and seemed more serious. The warm color of her dress balanced the impression, though.

Madam Zhong hurried past her husband to greet the new customers. ”Dear guests, welcome to our teahouse! Would you like a table on the lower floor or do you prefer a room on the upper floor?”

”How about a room on the upper floor, mother-in-law?” The young woman put her hand on the older woman's arm and smiled. ”There will probably be more people down here later. So it'll be quieter on the other floor then.”

The old woman started to nod, but then stopped. Her gaze had landed on Qiu Ling and Jing Yi. ”Let's stay on the lower floor!” She didn't wait for her daughter-in-law's opinion and made her way through the room. It seemed like she wanted to go to the back of the room, so Qiu Ling didn't pay her any mind and instead concentrated on Jing Yi.

Ah, this was heaven! He should come to the teahouse every day. How nice it would be when Jing Yi had finally grown up. He'd bring over some snacks and tea and sit down beside him when there were no other customers. If someone came, he'd reluctantly part with him, his gaze lingering on him while he had to go. And then he —

”Oh, what an adorable little boy!” The older woman bent down in front of Qiu Ling's table and smiled at Jing Yi. ”Is this yours?”

Qiu Ling snapped out of his thoughts and instantly the frown reappeared. ”Yes!” Yes, that's mine, so shove off!

Madam Zhong's eyelids twitched. She had followed the new guests and heard Qiu Ling's words. Dear guest, though I sent my son to you to lighten up your mood, that doesn't make him your son, right?”

She cleared her throat and went over to her son. ”This is my son, Jing Yi. I wanted him to experience how it is working in the teahouse.”

”Oh! So this is your husband?” The old woman looked from Madam Zhong to Qiu Ling.