Transmigrated Leftover Woman in Rural Style

Upon entering Wei Yu's courtyard again, Li Xiaonuan instinctively felt that the layout had changed somewhat. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was different. Wei Yu stood under the eaves in front of his study, catching a falling leaf with his fan.

Today, Wei Yu was dressed more formally. He wore a moon-white robe with embroidered patterns outlined in royal blue silk thread. A royal blue brocade belt with subtle patterns was tied around his waist. Combined with his moon-like face and gentle smile, he was truly a gentleman of jade-like elegance—a perfect description of a man like Wei Yu.

Even though she had seen many types of handsome men in her past life, Li Xiaonuan couldn't escape the impact of this classically handsome man before her. Under the eaves, which exuded ancient charm, the jade-like young man was posing for a photo shoot.

In her past life, Li Xiaonuan would have undoubtedly picked up her phone without hesitation. She would then post the photos on various social media platforms, causing countless beautiful women to go into a frenzy of admiration. Unfortunately, there's no such advanced equipment here; all the images can only be etched into her mind.

As Li Xiaonuan was imagining Wei Yu surrounded by a multitude of beautiful women and gay men calling him "husband," she felt a sharp pain in her forehead. Snapping out of her reverie, she realized she was standing right in front of Wei Yu. The pain in her forehead was from someone's folding fan.

"What are you thinking about, laughing so lewdly? Don't tell me you're bewitched by me and thinking inappropriate things. I advise you to stop thinking about it; I wouldn't be interested in someone like you. Humph!" Wei Yu said disdainfully when he saw Li Xiaonuan come back to her senses.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaonuan quickly replied, "What's the rush? I wouldn't even be interested in someone like you. I just thought that since you've managed to dress with such good taste, I could make some clothes for my two younger brothers like this."

Wei Yu jumped up and down: "You country bumpkin, explain yourself! What do you mean you look down on me? What's wrong with me? Am I not good enough for an old woman like you who was rejected by her fiancé?"

Oh my god, we've gone off-topic again. I wonder if Young Master Wei Yu is just naturally like this, or if he's acting for survival. Li Xiaonuan rolled her eyes and said directly, "Second Young Master, the purpose of my visit today is not to discuss whether you are worthy of me. If you don't hurry up, I'll be leaving after 9 AM."

Wei Yu snapped out of his daze and realized that the topic had gone a bit off track. He looked up at the sky and found another reason to vent: "You arrived late and still dare to speak loudly to me. Believe me or not, I'll be leaving right now, so don't come begging to me."

Li Xiaonuan immediately felt that Wei Yu was acting strangely today. In order not to waste any more time on words, she had no choice but to cooperate and say, "Yes, my good young master, I am late. Then let's go inside now, so as not to waste any more time."

Wei Yu suddenly pouted and said, "Hmph, you have to apologize to me first, otherwise I won't go in and see how you teach me to make shortbread."

Making shortbread? Something's up, are they being watched? Li Xiaonuan subconsciously looked around and saw a glimpse of a chestnut-colored hem of clothing flash by the moon gate. This discovery sent a chill down Li Xiaonuan's spine.

Reflecting on their conversation, she realized she hadn't let anything slip and felt relieved. She looked at Wei Yu questioningly, and he winked at her, pointing directly to the study with his folding fan. Li Xiaonuan knew he wanted her to go into the study before continuing the conversation.

"Why haven't you apologized yet? Apologize now." Wei Yu continued his act.

Li Xiaonuan's lips twitched. So this is how the Second Young Master Wei is in front of others. So, she suppressed a laugh and said, "Second Young Master, I was wrong. I apologize to you."

Wei Yu: "Hmph, seeing how sincere you are, come in with me."

Li Xiaonuan felt a chill and followed. Although she was prepared to be shocked, she was still taken aback by the scene in the study. In addition to the bookshelves and desks that were already in the study, there were now two square tables with various things for making milk pastries on them.

The moment Wei Yu entered the study, his entire demeanor changed. The chill emanating from him revealed his foul mood. But Li Xiaonuan wasn't afraid, because she wasn't the one who had offended Wei Yu.

After sitting down at his desk with an imposing air, Wei Yu ordered his servant with a gloomy face: "Servant, have Chunling clear out the people outside. Remember, don't let them have a chance to sneak in."

Xiao Si acknowledged the order and respectfully withdrew. However, the study door remained wide open, and Wei Yu sat behind his desk, his face dark, seemingly lost in thought. Only a quarter of an hour later, voices could be heard outside.

"Granny Wu, Xia Lian, what are you doing? Are you looking for the young master? Why don't you come into the courtyard? The young master is here." It was a young woman's voice.

"It's Miss Chunling. I haven't been back to the prefectural city for several years, so I'm taking a walk around. Xia Lian is also visiting the prefectural city for the first time, so I'm showing her around and letting her get acquainted with the Wei family. That way, if Miss Qi Qi comes and she's flustered and doesn't serve her properly, that would be a disgrace to the Wei family." This was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Sister Chunling, so it's you serving the young master. I heard you're quite a senior member of the Wei family. Tell me about the situation there. When our young lady arrives, I'll definitely put in a good word for you so you can continue serving the young master." It was a coquettish voice, so affected and artificial that it sent chills down one's spine.

“No need to trouble Miss Xia Lian. I am the young master’s head maid, and your young lady cannot make decisions on my own. As for your wish to familiarize yourself with the Wei residence, I can show you around. Come on, the young master’s courtyard is not that big, and you have already seen it. Now, I will show you around.” The first voice rang out.

"Sister Chunling, actually we..."

"Miss Chunling, Miss Chunling. Oh, why did you leave?"

As the sound of footsteps faded away, a moment later, Xiao Si entered. Wei Yu looked at him, and Xiao Si put down the teapot in his hand before saying, "Young Master, it's safe now."

Wei Yu finally relaxed his brow and solemnly instructed, "You stay outside the gate and tell Qingyu to keep an eye on things. No one is allowed to enter the courtyard."

Xiao Si agreed, bowed, and withdrew, closing the study door behind him. Once it was quiet outside, Wei Yucai said seriously to Li Xiaonuan, "There are outsiders in the mansion these past few days, so this is the only way I can do it. You can narrate the contents while making the pastries, and I will carefully record them. Afterwards, you can organize them, and I will transcribe them later."

Li Xiaonuan suddenly felt that Wei Yu was more sophisticated and impressive, and that this was the Wei Yu she knew. In order to complete the task as soon as possible, she obediently followed Wei Yu's instructions, making milk pastries while explaining everything in detail.

In her past life, Li Xiaonuan had made milk brittle a few times. Therefore, this time she made it quite well. Because the tangzhong premixed powder, milk powder, and butter were all readily available, it was very quick to make.

Therefore, after Li Xiaonuan completed the first stage of her description, she had already made three trays of milk flaky pastries. Seeing this, Wei Yu told Xiao Si to take them away to bake. Li Xiaonuan thought it was all an act and didn't care.

After finally explaining the situation in several small Southeast Asian countries, Li Xiaonuan prepared five more trays of milk flaky pastries. But to her dismay, it was already noon, a full half an hour later than expected.