The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 501 - 501 If You Like It, You Can Eat It First

Chapter 501 - 501 If You Like It, You Can Eat It First

501 If You Like It, You Can Eat It First

Gu Yihan left the Jinluan Hall and his attendants followed behind him majestically.

He first went to the “Gaoci Hall” in the palace where the memorial tablets of his ancestors were stored.

After lighting a few incense sticks, Gu Yihan inserted them into the incense burner with an indifferent expression.

He narrowed his eyes and said to the ancestral tablets, “Ancestors, if you can see Old General Song, pa.s.s a message to him for me.

“This unfilial son of his has crossed my bottom line time and time again. In a few days, I’ll be able to send him down and let the father and son reunite.

“I’ve already repaid his life-saving grace back then. Otherwise, Song Quan wouldn’t have lived to this year.”

The long light beside the memorial tablet flickered day and night, deepening the ruthlessness in the emperor’s eyes.

After having a daughter, he had indeed restrained himself a lot.

Did many people forget that Gu Yihan was originally an out-and-out tyrant?

In the garden on the other side, Gu Nuo’er was sitting in the pavilion with Ye Siming.

“Elder Brother Siming, try this again~ This is the palace’s secret recipe that I got from chef uncle. If it’s delicious, I’ll sell it in my pastry shop!”

Gu Nuo’er was wearing a dark red dress today. Her soft black hair was braided into two cute braids that were hanging obediently on both sides of her face.

Pieces of her hair fell on her exquisite and delicate eyebrows. The breeze blew, making the child’s face look even fairer and her cheeks turn red.

The lake water at the side was sparkling, reflecting the laziness of autumn.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes. He was wearing a navy blue robe with a slightly high collar, making the youth look even more handsome. However, his eyes were cold and sluggish as always.

The pastry in front of her was made of grounded yam, sprinkled with a little icing sugar. It was then cooked into a paste together with osmanthus honey.

It looked crystalline and snow-white, seemingly very delicious.

Ye Siming scooped a little and brought it to Gu Nuo’er’s lips.

The child opened her mouth obediently and ate it in one bite.

Then, she held her small face happily. “It’s so sweet!”

Only then did Ye Siming have a taste and he nodded sincerely. “It’s not bad.”

Gu Nuo’er smacked her lips and pondered for a moment before asking innocently, “Elder Brother Siming, are you using me to test for poison?!”

Ye Siming frowned and stared at the child. “What?”

“Father has a group of eunuch uncles who test for poison in his food. That’s how they do it. When delicious food is served, Father can’t eat it first. They have to take a little from each dish to confirm that they’re not poisonous before giving them to Father to eat!”

Gu Nuo’er spoke as if she had concrete evidence.

There was still some icing sugar on her cheeks, making her face look round and cute.

The child puffed up her cheeks and said, “Are you afraid that it’s poisonous? Is that why you let Baby Nuo eat it first?!”

Ye Siming was angry and anxious.

How should he explain that he just wanted to eat what the child had eaten?

Ye Siming slammed the spoon on the table. “You—”

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Nuo’er’s small body trembled.

Then, a chubby figure jumped to Ye Siming’s side.

She hugged Ye Siming’s arm with her two small hands and swayed her small feet pitifully.

“Elder Brother Siming, you’re being fierce to me again.”

Ye Siming was stunned and looked at the child’s watery black eyes.

He felt rather helpless and his expression softened a lot. “I didn’t.”

Gu Nuo’er pouted. “You did. Your voice was so loud just now. I’m scared!”

Ye Siming laughed. He stood up from the stone stool and squatted down to look at the child at eye level.

Then, he wiped the icing off the child’s cheek with his fingertips.

Even his voice softened a little. “I’m not getting you to test the poison. I just wanted you to eat it first because you like it.”