The wedding of Su Shoudao and He Yingxiu is about to kick off.
The mother and daughter He Yingxiu and Su Ruoli, who lived in the He family villa, got up early before five o'clock in the morning. The makeup artist arranged by Song Wanting also arrived on time and started putting makeup on them.
Su Shoudao, who lived in Buckingham Palace, had already started to get up and change clothes at this time.
According to the normal practice of getting married, Su Shoudao had to make the groom's appearance early in the morning, and then, together with his best man and the wedding car team, went to He's house to pick up the bride.
Since the wedding was not notified to the outside world, Su Shoudao only invited his son Su Zhifei to be his best man.
Su Zhifei, who had completely changed his past, was happy that his father's relationship had found a true home, so naturally he readily agreed to his request.
Just after five o'clock, the wedding convoy that Ye Chen had arranged in advance had already tied up bouquets of flowers and was waiting to set off downstairs at the Buckingham Palace Hotel.
At this moment, at the Purple Mountain Villa on the top of the Purple Mountain in Jinling.
Lin Wan'er had already finished washing and dressing up early. She was sitting alone in the yard with the door open, admiring the misty morning scenery of the Purple Mountain and boiling a pot of Pu'er tea over a slow fire.
Following the last experience of meeting Ye Chen in Tomson's first-level basement, Lin Wan'er didn't go out again in the past two days, not even the top floor of Purple Mountain Villa.
Sister Xian came up with a wooden basket. Seeing Lin Wan'er's courtyard door open, she asked in surprise: "Why did Miss Lin get up so early today?"
Lin Wan'er nodded slightly, smiled slightly, and said, "I get up very early on weekdays, but I don't usually start making tea so early."
Sister Xian placed the basket in front of Lin Wan'er, half-knelt in front of her, and opened the basket. Inside were some exquisite-looking refreshments.
Sister Xian picked up the plate with tea snacks and carefully placed it next to Lin Wan'er's teapot. She said respectfully: "Ms. Lin, this is the tangerine peel Pu'er cake you mentioned yesterday. The pastry chef at home has never made it before. According to you,
This is the first time I try the method mentioned. I don’t know if it suits your taste. Please try it and see.”
Lin Wan'er nodded, gently pinched a piece with her slender white fingers, placed the five fingers of her other hand together in the shape of an ingot under her lips, and took a small bite.
Sister Xian on the side looked at Lin Waner nervously, wondering if this unfathomable eldest lady liked her.
Lin Wan'er tasted it lightly, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then gradually relaxed.
Sister Xian watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Miss Lin is indeed stunningly beautiful. Just looking at her brows stretched out makes people unconsciously feel relaxed and happy. She is only seventeen or eighteen years old and has such beauty. If she continues
After waiting for two or three years, I still don’t know how beautiful I want to be..."
At this time, Lin Wan'er put the tangerine peel Pu'er cake aside, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said to Sister Xian with a smile: "It's pretty good, it's probably the taste I want, but the tea is still a little bit off."
Sister Xian was secretly surprised and couldn't help but smile and said: "Ms. Lin, this is already the best Pu'er tea that my husband can buy."
"Yes." Lin Wan'er smiled and said: "This tea is indeed good, but compared with my tea, it is still a little worse... But it doesn't matter, I am very surprised that it can achieve this kind of taste, thank you
Sister Xian, thank you very much for thanking the pastry chef on my behalf."