The Love Villain System
Meeting Princess
Ying Xie's heart thumped, as Feng Yu told him to stop. She hesitantly looked towards him. Feng Yu came to him.
"Miss, this is your change" Feng Yu said as he gave her the change.
"Thank you."
"Sounds, have we met?"
"Sorry, we've never met. Maybe you're wrong."
"Maybe too. Thank you for stopping by the stand and buying our bakpao." said Feng Yu.
"Together."
Princess Ying Xie left leaving Feng Yu who was still paying attention to her who was walking away from her.
"I'm sure I've met that veiled girl. But, where are ya?" inner Feng Yu.
Suddenly from behind, Feng Yu's shoulder was patted gently by Xie Lang.
"Why are you still standing here? Come help us, many people are still waiting for our bakpao."
"Yes. Sorry."
Feng Yu and Xie Lang walked together towards their stand which was already filled with many customers who were lining up their bakpaos.
The Princess Palace
"Hahhhh.." it was exhausting." complained Princess Ying Xie as she laid her body on her bed.
He looked at the ceiling of his room. He recalled the incident where Feng Yu called his name just to give him his change.
"How does the princess taste her bakpa?" ask the waiter who walked over and put the drink on the table.
"Enak. I've never eaten a bakpao so tender and delicious. Oh yes, tomorrow we go to the market again to buy it again" said Princess Ying Xie who got up and walked to the dining table.
"Ja. not the princess. If the emperor's caught, we'll..."
"That's what you're worried about. Nothing's gonna happen. Yeah, yeah. Come on."
"Huff, fine if that's what the princess wants."
"good. Tomorrow we'll go undercover again."
The next day as usual, Ying Xie's daughter walked out of her palace. She was disguised as before with her female servant. He went back to the market to buy the love bakpaos that Feng Yu had sold. As usual, the stand is always crowded by buyers who were waiting in line from this morning. Princess Ying Xie and her female servant lined up. She faintly heard Feng Yu's conversation with the two male customers.
"Sir, why is your bakpaom so delicious and tender? I've never eaten a bakpao so good."
"really. My wife and son also love it."
"Ahahaha.thank you, gentlemen, praise too much."
Hearing one of the customers ask him about what recipe he used to make bakpao, Feng Yu simply smiled. He calmly answered.
"There is no secret recipe. Only at the moment will it be made, must it be with a sincere heart and filled with love." replied Feng Yu with a smile.
"So that's why young master named your food after love?"
"More or less so. My hope is that everyone who eats this bakpao, his life will be filled with love and happiness."
Hearing Feng Yu's reply, everyone who was there, clucked in admiration. Even his younger sister, Xie Lang and the princess who had also heard his words, were greatly amazed. Every day, Ying Xie's daughter always sneaked out of the palace only to go to the market to buy the bakpaos sold by Feng Yu. Without realizing it, his father, the emperor, had learned of his daughter's actions. On the other hand in the emperor's room, a bodyguard in black wearing a ghost mask, knelt on the floor.
"Like that, Your Majesty."
"Keep watching the princess's movements and protect her. Don't let him realize you're following him secretly."
"Your Majesty."
The bodyguard saluted and resigned. It disappeared like a black shadow.
"My daughter has apparently grown up" the emperor murmured.
Morning at the Market
As usual, Ying Xie's daughter went to the market accompanied by her service. Different than usual, he arrived much earlier than usual.
"Miss, please wrap me up as usual." Ying Xie's daughter asked Xie Lang.
"As usual? Sorry lady, I don't know what stuffing bakpao lady used to buy."
"Why can't you know? I'm a regular customer here!"
"Sorry miss, maybe that time the one serving the miss is not the two of us" Feng Yue added with a sweet smile on her face
"yes too. The one who had been serving my order was only Feng Yu, not these two girls standing in front of me." Inner Ying Xie while looking at the two female faces.
"What is this storm?"
"Sister, you've come. This customer requested the order as usual. Brother Xie and I don't know, what kind of order does he mean?"
Feng Yu glanced at Ying Xie's daughter who had been staring at him.
"You two, go get the others ready. Let her order, I'll wrap it up."
"Good." replied Feng Yue and Xie Lang simultaneously.
The two girls left Feng Yu while preparing some materials that would be used later. Very deftly, Feng Yu wrapped up some bakpao orders from other customers, including the orders of Ying Xie's daughter. Unknowingly, his eyes looked towards Feng Yu who was still busy wrapping up his order. He saw Feng Yu wrapping his order very neatly as he wanted. Just as Feng Yu was about to give his order to Ying Xie's daughter, suddenly a flying sword floated up and damaged the parcel she was about to give to Ying Xie's daughter. Suddenly the two were shocked to see a flying sword that flashed towards them and damaged the brown package containing some of his favorite bakpaos. The Bakpao spilled and splattered on the ground. Feng Yu who was looking at the flying sword, flew over and landed inside the sword sheath that was on the waist of an extremely handsome young man who was sitting on a black colored horse. The young man stared intently at Feng Yu then his eyes shifted towards the two girls hiding behind Feng Yu's back. Princess Ying Xie who saw the young man and felt very familiar with him, was very surprised to see him coming here. The servant who was accompanying him looked extremely trembling as soon as he saw the figure of the handsome and dashing man, descending from the horse he was riding.
The man walked up to Ying Xie's daughter and pulled the veil he was wearing to cover his face. Suddenly everyone who was there was shocked to see this scene, not least Feng Yu, Xie Lang and his sister. It turns out that the girl who often comes to buy her bakpa is a princess. And she was the daughter of the emperor of the Yue country, the daughter of Ying Xie.
"He's a princess?" murmured Feng Yu.
