The Mix of Charm and Evil Chapter 7

Hearing this, Wesley stared at Miles with wide eyes. After thinking for a moment, he decisively picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. After drinking it, his mouth was so bitter that it was pursed into a line.

Seeing his childish expression, Miles smiled gently and handed the candied haws to Wesley as promised.

"Your Highness, please rest for a while. I will go to cook."

It was not until this moment that Miles felt a strong sense of hunger.

Wesley nodded, then looked at the string of candied haws in his hand with a satisfied look on his face.

Wesley's illness had not yet recovered, so Miles had no plans to teach him. He also advised him to have a good rest and read less.

But Wesley seemed very active, with no intention of resting at all, and even offered to teach Miles how to play chess.

...

then.

The young master, who was always at ease in "duel", was defeated miserably on the chessboard.

However, under Wesley's patient teaching, Miles gradually realized some truths, and at least his defeat was not so heroic.

As winter approached, the weather grew colder, and Miles rarely asked Wesley to do horse stance, for fear that he would get frozen to death.

So the two of them often played chess in the palace. Although Miles was often beaten to a pulp, he became more and more courageous and undefeated.

From time to time, Miles would talk to Wesley about some important matters of state and ask Wesley for his opinions.

As the cold grew worse, it began to snow in the capital. Miles was worried that Wesley's body could not withstand the cold, so he went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to ask for two charcoal basins to be placed in the palace.

However, Wesley really likes watching the snow. He is usually keen on reading and always walks outside the hall restlessly.

"Your Highness, why are you wearing so little again?"

Miles's tone was slightly dissatisfied, but his hands gently put the crane cloak on Wesley.

"It's okay. I'm not that weak."

Wesley spoke lightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

"Your Highness, today is the winter solstice." Miles hinted.

"Um."

Wesley responded subconsciously and did not receive Miles's hint.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be paying attention, Miles pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly. It was really useless to ask.

"Your Highness, would you be willing to condescend to make dumplings with me?"

"Hmm...hmm?" Wesley seemed a little stunned.

"How about I roll the dough and chop the meat, Your Highness?"

He was embarrassed to say that the dumplings he made looked too ugly and he was afraid that Wesley would lose his appetite.

"good."

In fact, just now, Wesley recalled the time when he was a child and had not yet been brought to the palace by his mother. At that time, he lived in a brothel.

His mother often had to go out to entertain guests and didn't pay much attention to him.

On the night of the winter solstice, he secretly ran to the street again. At the corner of the street, there was a grandfather who made candy figures. He saw that little Wesley was always staring at his candy and realized that he had no money to buy it, so the grandfather always gave him the leftovers from making the candy figures.

He went there that night as usual, wanting to get a piece of candy.

When he arrived, the old man was eating a bowl of dumplings. When he saw him coming, he waved to him and gave him two of the dumplings in his hand.

That day, Wesley felt that there was something in the world that tasted better than sugar, and that was dumplings.

However, he only ate it once, because the next year, he followed his mother to the capital.

...

Fortunately, he can eat it again today.

But he doesn't know how to make dumplings.

Forget it, I’ll talk to Miles later.

Miles rolled up his sleeves and rolled out the dough carefully, while Wesley leaned lazily against the door, staring at Miles's back in a daze.

He has a slender and strong body, a small frame and a thin waist. Although he is thin overall, his muscles are clearly defined and full of tone.

Miles has a fair complexion and her slender, white neck looks very easy to hold.

Miles didn't notice at all that he had been watched a hundred times by the people behind him, and he continued to roll the dough with a grunt.

Someone like Miles, who is good at cooking, hardworking, considerate, has a good appearance, can fight, and has been awarded the title of General Dingyuan at a young age, must have many people admiring him.

Thinking of this, Wesley couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Miles treated him well, but he might be that good to everyone.

But to him, such care is extremely precious.

This made him very uneasy. He didn't want to be in a passive position. He didn't want to put Miles in too high a position in his heart while being insignificant to Miles.

However, he had no choice but to accept it.

He was reluctant to reject Miles's kindness, but was afraid that he would become dependent on his care.

Tsk, habit is a terrible thing.

He was just a suspended crown prince who might be deposed at any time, and the young general was only accidentally assigned to be his junior teacher. He would eventually return to the battlefield and could withdraw at any time.

And he has to guard his own ending here alone.

They are not the same kind of people.

Wesley's heart gradually sank. He withdrew his gaze and turned to look outside the door. White snow was fluttering all over the sky.

"Your Highness, everything is ready! Come and make dumplings!"

Miles patted Wesley's shoulder gently. Wesley turned around and saw Miles's happy smile. His eyes were bright and shining, which was particularly beautiful and captivating.

"I don't know how to wrap."

After being stunned for a moment, Wesley calmly told the truth.

Suddenly, Miles's smile froze on his face.

What’s the matter? Does he have to let people see how ugly he can make dumplings today?

Sighing silently in his heart, Miles said calmly.

"Okay, Your Highness, let me make it clear first. My wrapping is very ugly. You can learn from it."

Wesley watched him spread a piece of dough on the palm of his hand, picked up a large piece of minced meat with chopsticks and put it on the dough, then folded the dough in half and pinched the two pieces of dough together.

Miles was so obsessed with pinching the dough tightly that he didn't notice that the meat filling was constantly being squeezed towards the center, making the dough wrapping the meat filling thinner and thinner. After pinching it tightly, Miles seemed to think it was not enough, and gathered all the thick dough together, then twisted it with his hand.