Sweet baby milk, bring the whole family rich

Yun Tingshu smiled as he gently folded his copy of the book in half and placed it aside.

She was wearing a plain long dress, with a graceful figure, as fresh and refined as a blooming lily.

At this time, Miss Yu, who had been standing quietly by the side, nodded slightly, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and she asked softly: "Well...um, can I come and study in person?" Her eyes, as clear and moving as autumn water, flashed with anticipation, and her hands unconsciously twisted together.

Yun Tingshu was stunned at first, but soon came to his senses and nodded without hesitation, "Of course!"

However, she had not expected at this time that this seemingly delicate young lady in front of her actually wanted to learn how to make milk tea by herself, and even planned to open her own shop.

After all, in Yun Tingshu's original impression, a woman like Miss Yu, who came from a prominent family, should be a lady from a noble family who never had to do housework and lived a life of luxury.

After hearing Yun Tingshu's affirmative answer, Miss Yu's smile became even brighter. She said happily, "Okay, Master Yun, I'll come and bother you again tomorrow."

After saying that, she turned around lightly, took light steps, and slowly walked out of the milk tea shop filled with sweet aroma.

After Miss Yu left, Xiaoju, the personal maid who had been waiting outside the door, hurried forward and asked with concern, "Miss, how is the situation?"

Miss Yu's eyes and eyebrows were filled with unconcealable joy. She said to Xiaoju proudly, "With your daughter in my family, there's nothing I can't accomplish. Don't worry, I'll officially start my training at the milk tea shop tomorrow."

As she said this, her gaze involuntarily turned towards the direction she had just left, and her heart seemed to have begun to look forward to a beautiful future.

The clever Xiaoju naturally saw what her young lady was thinking and quickly agreed with a smile, "Hehe, young lady, you're amazing! I believe that in no time, you will be able to master the art of making milk tea, and maybe even win Mr. Yun's heart! I wish your wish will come true soon!"

After hearing Xiaoju's playful words, Miss Yu blushed and glared at Xiaoju coquettishly, but a sweet and happy smile still hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Xiao Ju, you little girl, stop talking nonsense! If you keep saying that, I'll see if I'll ever pay any attention to you again!"

Miss Yu glared at Xiaoju coquettishly, and her fair face instantly turned red, as tempting as a ripe apple.

As she spoke, she turned and walked quickly towards her own mansion, her steps a little hurried.

Seeing this, Xiaoju hurried forward and said with a smile, "Miss, Xiaoju is not talking nonsense! When you saw Master Yun just now, those beautiful eyes of yours were almost glued to his face!"

Hearing this, Miss Yu subconsciously reached out and touched her burning cheek, muttering softly, "Is it really that obvious?"

Xiaoju nodded vigorously and answered affirmatively, "That's right, it's very obvious! Miss, you can't hide your feelings for Master Yun!"

After hearing this, Miss Yu felt even more ashamed. She moaned and dived into the quilt in her boudoir like a frightened deer.

At this moment, Miss Yu buried her whole body in the soft quilt, with only a small part of her pink neck exposed.

She closed her eyes tightly, and kept recalling the scene of her meeting with Master Yun just now. The more she thought about it, the more shy she felt, and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Oh my, this is so embarrassing! My little thoughts are so obvious. I wonder if Master Yun has noticed it... Will he think I'm too frivolous?" Miss Yu secretly groaned in her heart.

However, Yun Tingshu was completely oblivious to Miss Yu's affection. He simply assumed she had caught a cold, hence her red face, and never considered it a romantic relationship.

After a while, Miss Yu's mood gradually calmed down.

She slowly sat up, patted her cheeks, and encouraged herself secretly: "Okay, okay, stop thinking about it..."

While she was thinking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and it turned out to be Xiaoju who walked in with some snacks. "Miss, are you hungry? Eat something to fill your stomach first."

Xiaoju put the plate on the table with a smile, a hint of cunning in her eyes.

Miss Yu's eyes lit up. Yes, Xiaoju is a girl with a lot of clever ideas. Maybe she can help her with some advice.

So, she grabbed Xiaoju's hand and asked anxiously, "Help me think about it quickly. What does Mr. Yun like?"

Xiaoju tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suggested, "How about we make some cakes for him ourselves?"

Miss Yu nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, already having a plan in mind. That's it!

Originally, Miss Yu was happily preparing to start making delicious pastries immediately, but just as she was about to take action, a pair of small hands suddenly reached out and held her tightly.

Miss Yu turned around with a puzzled look at the person who was pulling her. It turned out to be her personal maid Xiaoju!

Xiaoju looked helpless and said to Miss Yu as if she had lost all hope in life: "Miss, we received another letter from the master today. This is the tenth one!" After saying that, she sighed deeply.

Miss Yu only glanced at the letter on the table after hearing this, without even thinking of opening it. She said casually, "Just leave it there for now. I don't feel like going back right now."

She knew everything in her mind, and could guess what her father would say in the letter without even reading it. It was nothing more than urging her to go home quickly, so she had no interest in reading at all.

Seeing this, Xiaoju couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She still advised with some concern, "Miss, why don't you write a letter back to the master? He must be worried that you are not doing well out there."

Miss Yu thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then go get me some paper and pen."

When Xiaoju heard this, a smile immediately broke out on her face. She happily trotted towards the study and quickly brought all the writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone to Miss Yu.

However, what shocked her was that Miss Yu had finished writing in just a short while!

Xiaoju's eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "Miss, you've finished it so quickly?" Miss Yu chuckled and replied, "Yeah, almost done."

Xiaoju stared at the contents of the letter in her hand with wide eyes. She was so angry that she almost passed out. She really wanted to slap herself hard in the face.

I secretly complained in my heart: "Oh my God, this lady's reply is a complete mess. It would be better if she didn't reply at all!"

However, even if Xiaoju felt helpless and complained, what could she do?

After all, this was a letter written by her own young lady herself, and as a little maid, she had no power to change even a single word in it.

So she could only sigh, pick up the letter paper resignedly, put it aside carefully, then light an oil lamp carefully, and slowly bake the letter paper with the weak flame, trying to make the ink on it dry as soon as possible.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the letter paper was completely dried.

Xiaoju checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, she gently folded it, put it into the prepared envelope, and sealed it tightly.

Then, she walked out of the room and went to the courtyard to look for a suitable servant to help deliver the letter. After finally finding a servant who looked reliable, Xiaoju hurried forward to stop him and repeatedly instructed him to deliver the letter safely and quickly to the designated person.

After the servant took the letter and left in a hurry, Xiaoju breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt a little uneasy in her heart, wondering what expression the master would have after receiving the letter.