Quick Transmigration: The Villainess Is a Sweetheart

Chapter 140

Jiang Yan sat in the chair, and before she could even begin to move, the maid who usually took care of her had already placed a bowl of porridge in front of her, gently pressing the spoon into her palm.

Lu Tu, a step behind, quietly observed. After all, the blind young mistress was known for her volatile temper and disliked any meaningful contact that involved others helping her. She usually ate by herself.

The porridge was a blend of pumpkin, yam, and walnut, simmered to a translucent golden consistency, both nourishing for the stomach and aiding digestion.

While the original owner of this body was accustomed to it, Jiang Yan was still somewhat uncomfortable, nearly jabbing the spoon under the table. By the time she finally managed to take a sip, the porridge had already cooled slightly.

Eating like this quickly depleted Jiang Yan's patience.

Seeing the young mistress's brow furrow, about to stand up and leave, Lu Tu felt an inexplicable stirring in his heart, finding her ill temper somewhat endearing.

Butler Lu still had some tricks up his sleeve; at the very least, he couldn't let the young mistress go hungry because of her sulking. He took a freshly baked pork and mushroom bun and placed it in the young mistress's hand, then gently wiped the corners of her mouth with a clean handkerchief.

The bun's crust was still a bit hot to touch, but one could already sense its soft, fragrant sweetness. Jiang Yan, who had been struggling all morning, felt her appetite stirred.

She had just been planning to throw a tantrum and refuse to eat. But then again, she was the young mistress, and there was also that task... Suddenly, Jiang Yan had an idea.

"Butler," the young mistress uttered coldly, her tone characteristically haughty.

Lu Tu was momentarily stunned. Just before wiping the corners of her mouth, he had been speculating whether her reaction would be to coldly brush him aside or to remain silent for a moment before politely thanking him...

He had been secretly leaning towards the latter, to the extent that after the young mistress called him, he was unconsciously waiting for that "thank you."

But the young mistress was the young mistress after all – proud, cold, and ungrateful.

She commanded in a calm voice: "Feed me."

Her slightly raised eyebrow and the faint scoff as she spoke all indicated the young mistress's deliberate attempt to make things difficult for him.

It must have been the wake-up call that had upset her, Butler Lu calmly reflected. Although this butler job had interfered with his original plans, whenever he saw Miss Yan, his temper inexplicably dissipated.

So much so that when he accepted this task, he felt not the slightest dissatisfaction.

Butler Lu wouldn't refuse such a task within his duties. Moreover, given that the young mistress couldn't see and was throwing a tantrum about not wanting to eat, it was only right for the butler to feed her.

At this moment, Lu Tu had completely forgotten about criticizing and lecturing his five-year-old cousin for being spoiled when she was picky about food and refused to eat.

A life where clothes were brought to you and food was fed to you was undoubtedly very enjoyable.

Jiang Yan didn't care what she was eating; she just ate whatever was brought to her mouth. Her only confusion was whether Lu Tu was actually angry or not. Was he feeding her so patiently just to silently stuff her to death?

The butler she was maliciously speculating about was diligently selecting dishes, striving for a balanced mix of meat and vegetables. But the process of feeding was ultimately a bit boring, especially since the young mistress was like a heartless capitalist, her small mouth only receiving and never giving.

The young mistress really was white all over... Lu Tu's mind wandered unintentionally, and while maintaining a respectful demeanor with lowered brows and eyes, he ended up surveying the young mistress from head to toe, finally reaching that conclusion.

Because even the young mistress's lips were pink, lacking the rosiness of normal people.

After breakfast, it was time for piano lessons.

Although the young mistress was blind and had a somewhat difficult temperament, she was also a very ambitious and hardworking person. Lu Tu thought this as he watched Jiang Yan walk into the music room with her back straight, holding up her skirt.

An hour later, Lu Tu's mouth twitched slightly as he entered with a warm blanket, politely asking the piano teacher to leave.

The so-called lesson was just the teacher playing lullabies for the sleeping young mistress.

The wicker chair was lined with soft cushions, looking extremely comfortable. The sleeping figure had almost sunk into it, with slightly upturned corners of her mouth indicating sweet dreams.

Lu Tu covered her with the blanket, instinctively moving to close the curtains against the incoming sunlight, but then furrowed his brow.

He had never cared for anyone before, so how was he doing it so skillfully? Had he really developed a butler's instincts?