Lucky Looks So Familiar

Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Baker had already accepted that Lily Evans's dishes belonged to Savory House, his mind full of plans to use these new recipes to impress Mr. Lawrence.

Just as Lily Evans entered the room, Lucky eagerly rushed over, his little eyes full of grievance and accusation: "Wife, you've been gone so long..."

Looking at Lucky's pout, Lily Evans suddenly felt like a scumbag about to abandon his wife. She couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I was only out for a bit, how was that long?"

Lucky tugged on Lily Evans's sleeve and whispered, "It really was a long time... I missed you so much it hurts here..."

As he spoke, Lucky poked his own chest with his finger, his eyes wet like a little deer, pleading with her: "It hurts here, all because I missed you. If you rub it for me, it'll stop hurting."

Lily Evans blushed. Her silly husband was getting better at acting cute, but she still gently placed her hand on Lucky's chest and rubbed a few times. "Does it still hurt?"

Lucky beamed, clutching Lily Evans's hand tightly. "As soon as you touch me, I'm all better."

"Ahem!" Outside the door, Alan from Savory House coughed awkwardly, his face flushed. He silently complained: Why did he have to walk in on such a public display of affection? He wasn't even married yet! This was emotional damage!

Lily Evans quickly withdrew her hand and awkwardly brushed her hair.

Alan was here to settle the mushroom account. Right in front of Lily Evans, he weighed the sack of mushrooms: a full thirty-two jin, sold for three hundred and twenty taels.

Mr. Baker thoughtfully handed over three 100-tael banknotes and twenty taels in silver, making it easy for Lily Evans to carry.

"Please thank Mr. Baker for us. We'll come back in a few days," Lily Evans said, beaming as she took the money. She pulled Lucky with her as they left Savory House. Just as they passed through the main hall, a flamboyantly dressed young nobleman burst out from a private room upstairs, shouting, "Get that chef out here! This Spicy Rabbit Head is exactly to my taste! I want to buy the chef and take him back to the capital!"

The young nobleman was in such a hurry that he accidentally bumped into Lily Evans.

Lucky quickly reached out to shield Lily Evans in his arms. The young nobleman didn't even notice he'd bumped someone, and rushed straight toward the kitchen without looking back.

Mr. Baker hurried after him, calling, "Mr. Lawrence, you can't go in there! That's the kitchen—outsiders aren't allowed!"

"Wife, are you hurt?" Lucky asked anxiously, his eyes full of worry.

"I'm fine, not hurt at all. Let's go," Lily Evans shook her head. She could tell at a glance that this kind of young noble was wealthy and powerful—not someone a village girl like her could afford to offend. She quickly pulled Lucky along to leave.

Lucky supported Lily Evans as they walked out of Savory House.

Behind them, a well-dressed man in his forties who had come with Mr. Lawrence stared suspiciously at Lucky's back, murmuring to himself, "Why does that man look so familiar? That's impossible—the distinguished gentleman should be in the capital right now. But just now, this person was clearly an ordinary farmer. Am I seeing things?"