Chapter 559: 534: Grandma’s Mom_3

After hearing how she just called him “young man,” her tone greatly resembled that of a kind, elderly mother.

Baili An pondered seriously for a moment, then decided to use a polite and affectionate term, “Auntie, would you like to try some meat I’ve grilled?”

It is often said that the affection between humans is cultivated over a meal, with each cup and dish shared.

Although they were strangers at the same table, the steam from the charcoal and the wine, mingled with heavy smoke, made her gentle compliments seem warm and friendly, making the person across from him feel very amiable.

Calling her “Auntie” just slipped out naturally.

The little White Tiger held in his arms seemed to be uncomfortable, its body trembling and its four paws twitching uncontrollably.

The whiskers against his chest also trembled as if… it was laughing.

The woman holding the tea cup had her fingers stiffen slightly, and her placid eyes became a bit bewildered as she was clearly shaken by this sudden term of endearment.

The two guards by her side appeared transcendent, as if they were about to achieve enlightenment at any moment.

The woman put down her tea cup and contemplated for a while.

She thought to herself that she had already intended to treat this young man as her son in the future, though she hadn’t yet spoken of it.

And now he had spontaneously called her “Auntie.” Although there was a significant difference between “Auntie” and “Mother,” wasn’t it still a term of endearment?

It wasn’t exactly off in terms of seniority, and as for age… it might even make her feel younger.

With this thought, the woman relented and pushed forward the plate with a dignified and meticulous gesture, “Alright, let an old woman try your grilled meat.”

The two guards could tell that, while her public face seemed relaxed, inwardly she was still a bit irked.

The roast leg of lamb and the large goose were ready, and Baili An generously chose the largest lamb leg for her.

He then sliced the tenderest piece of meat from the crispy golden brown goose, placing it on the woman’s porcelain plate, “The meat quality is really fresh indeed. In fact, for such meat, there’s no need to add too much seasoning. Just some basic salt and a drizzle of berry juice makes it deliciously refreshing, no need even to drink tea to dispel the greasiness.”

Listening to his praise, the woman’s interest was evidently piqued.

She picked up a piece of the crispy goose meat and put it in her mouth, the crunchy golden goose making an enticing crackle as she bit into it.

The scalding fat made her frown, as if she was accidentally burnt and her eyes suddenly moistened, which made her look exceptionally alluring and mysterious.

She had a cat’s tongue, unable to eat anything too hot, but the taste of this goose was truly excellent, sweetly aromatic, a flavor she had never experienced before in goose meat.

Tasting its deliciousness, she did not wish to leave it to cool on the plate as before.

She puffed her cheeks, took small breaths to cool the bits of goose meat, and ate them up, then lightly bit the tip of her chopsticks, gazing fixedly at the massive lamb leg with eyes still misty, looking somewhat vexed about how to start.

Her pose was far from her earlier grace and deliberate actions, appearing instead more authentic and approachable.

Noticing her behavior, Baili An knew she must be a pampered young lady who was usually waited on hand and foot, and he chuckled, then simply pulled up a stool and sat beside her.

“How presumptuous!” One of the guards immediately frowned, their gaze flickering with angry intent.

The woman herself didn’t like closeness with others, but after a thought, considering this young man was to be her son, she should start getting accustomed to and enjoying these ‘mother-son’ moments.

She gave a cool glance, calming the guard and even made room for him intentionally.

Watching the young man clean his hands with a wet handkerchief, then tearing the grilled lamb into strips, accompanied by a small dish of fruit jam he had prepared himself, she thought to herself: This young lad is quite attentive.

She took entitlement in enjoying the service from Baili An, this thoughtful “junior,” and admired his cuisine skills greatly.

The lamb skin was crispy, and the tender meat inside was soft and not at all dry, with pieces of fresh cucumber periodically offered by Baili An, making the greasy lamb surprisingly not oily to eat.

What was even more delightful was that the young man was not noisy nor overly ingratiating; it was just like the little dish of fruit jam, light in flavor, soothing the annoyance of others.

The two guards had never seen their lady enjoy her food so much. Previously, they had thought the young man who ordered so much food was like a Starving Ghost. How could he finish it all by himself?

But it turned out, without him even taking a bite, most of the grilled lamb legs ended up in her stomach.

As Baili An was slicing the goose, the little tiger in his arms, hungry and neglected for too long, grumpily poked its round little head out, making a low growling sound.

She was hungry and wanted some meat!

Somewhat tired and about to rest, the woman suddenly saw a small, fluffy white thing wriggling out from Baili An’s arms.

It was so agitated that its whiskers quivered, its tiny pointed baby teeth bared, looking ferociously cute.

The woman thought she had seen wrong and blinked, unable to react at first.

The little White Tiger, now with half of its body out, was stretching its paw to hook onto Baili An’s wrist, begging for food in a whiny and pathetic manner, making people want to facepalm.

Wasn’t this her silly daughter?

The two guard’s eyes also popped open, a cold sweat breaking out all over.

My little highness, why don’t you understand, running into the arms of a man in the middle of the night?

Could she have been cursed?

Baili An thought that the little tiger that had emerged might have scared them, so he quickly ripped off a goose leg for the small White Tiger girl to gnaw on in his lap.

After calming her down, he showed an apologetic smile to the woman, explaining, “Please forgive me, Auntie, this is a small pet we raise. She’s very well-behaved and not fierce at all.”

The little Kunlun happily meowed twice after receiving the leg of goose and wrapped her tail, shaped like a heart, around Baili An’s wrist, vigorously rubbing against it to show her docile nature.

Cang Nanyi: “…”

She felt that Baili An’s smile was incredibly annoying. Whether her daughter was good or fierce, it was not for him to judge!

The mighty Kunlun, yet to be acknowledged as a brother, had just become someone’s pet.

Baili An scratched the soft belly of the little white tiger, noticing the way the lady kept her eyes fixed on the little creature, not with dislike or fear but with interest, he thought to himself that women of all ages really do love soft, small animals.

He moved closer, lifting Kunlun into his arms and holding her by her small bottom, presenting her as if offering a treasure, “Auntie, would you like to feel how soft this little one’s belly is?”

Cang Nanyi: “…”

Blatantly flirting with her daughter right in front of her and even commenting on how soft her belly was… truly audacious.

The two guards, who had come out with their lady, were now beyond marveling at Baili An.

Even the Emperor himself wouldn’t dare to provoke their lady like this.