His Beloved Mate

Chapter 89 The Familiar Taste

Dylan pulled her into his arms and comforted her, "I'm here with you."

The warm sunshine in spring shone on Cassie, pulling her and Dylan slender.

After sending Cassie to the cemetery, Dylan had his own business to deal with. He asked the driver to

send Cassie back to the West Mountain Linyu.

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In the kitchen

Cassie asked Belle, "Belle, is there any mugwort at home?"

Belle chuckled, "Cassie, what do you want to eat? Just tell me. I'll cook for you."

Cassie shook her head and said, "Nothing. I just want to ask. Is there any?"

Belle nodded, "Sure. What do you want to cook?"

Cassie said dejectedly, "I miss the green rice dumpling my mother made for me. So I want to do it

myself."

Belle was stunned for a while. She knew that her mother had passed away.

Soon, Belle smiled and said, "Okay, I haven't done this for a long time. Let's do it together, okay?"

A hint of surprise flashed through Cassie's eyes. She asked, "What? Belle, will you still do this?"

Belle nodded, "Sure."

She chuckled, "That's fate."

Then Belle put on the apron. It was a little troublesome to make the green rice dumpling. In fact, Cassie

had always been a very lazy person, but she was particularly diligent when it came to food.

After scalding mugwort, she smashed it into pieces, kneaded the glutinous rice powder, and then woke Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

up the dough. When the surface of the dough became smooth, it could be stuffed like a steamed bun.

Then she put it in the steamer for a few minutes.

She took the book to the living room downstairs and sat down to read it. Soon, the aroma of green rice

dumpling spilled out of the steamer and entered her nose.

Cassie ran into the kitchen and asked Belle with a smile, "Is everything ready, Belle?"

Belle smiled and said, "That's good."

As soon as Cassie took it out, Dylan came back. Cassie picked one with chopsticks and blew it. While

eating, she asked curiously, "Hey, don't you have something to deal with? Why do you come back so

early?"

The familiar taste lingered in Dylan's nose. Following the scent, Dylan turned his head to look at

Cassie. Suddenly, he frowned and asked, "Is the thing you're eating green rice dumpling?"

"Yes, do you want to have a try?"

This time, Dylan didn't refuse. He walked to the table and looked at the green rice dumpling made by

Cassie. A complicated thought suddenly emerged in his heart. Looking at green rice dumpling, Dylan

was in a daze.

After a while, he picked up a piece of green rice dumplings and tasted it. It was a familiar taste, but it

was strange to eat it in his mouth. His face darkened.

Cassie sensed that something was wrong with his mood, so she asked, "What's wrong? Isn't it

delicious?"

His mind was brought back by Cassie. Dylan suddenly turned around and said, "Nothing. I suddenly

thought of something. You don't have to call me for lunch. You can eat by yourself."

Frowning, Dylan turned around and went upstairs.

Cassie pouted and asked Belle, "Belle, do you know why?"

In her memory, it was the first time that she had seen Dylan so lonely. In the business world, he had

always been a powerful king, and the dream lover of countless girls. Why did he look like this when he

saw a green rice dumpling?

Belle was also lost in thought for a while. She smiled and said, "I don't know. Maybe Mr. Dylan has

something else on his mind. What would you like for lunch? I'll cook it for you."

Cassie curled her lips. Seeing that Dylan was in a bad mood, she seemed to be in a bad mood. She

didn't know why.

However, she always felt that there must be something that Belle and Dylan didn't tell her.

-

In the study

Dylan took out the music box from the safe and opened it. A clear and pleasant voice came out slowly.

With the melody of The City Of Sky, he was lost in thought.

"May I come in?"

Cassie leaned her head against the crack of the door and looked at Dylan.

Dylan didn't look good. Looking at Cassie, he put away the music box and said, "Come in."

He sounded a little tired. Cassie put the plate on the desk and said, "I saw you in the kitchen just now.

You seem to like it very much. I'm not very good at making green rice dumpling, but I'll try my best to

learn it."

Dylan was looking at the green rice dumplings, which were still steaming. He raised his head, looked at

Cassie and said, "How can you be sure that I like it?"

Cassie pursed her lips and said, "Eyes."

Everything could lie about anything, but eyes couldn't.

Dylan didn't say anything but chuckled. Then he picked up a green rice dumpling with chopsticks and

put it into mouth slowly. The familiar taste lingered in the tip of his tongue. The green rice dumpling was

made of bean paste, which was supposed to be sweet. But when it fell into his mouth, it had a bitter

taste.

In the past, when Catherine was still alive, she would also make green rice dumpling for him and

Owen. However, when Dylan was fifteen years old, Catherine and Joshua had a car accident.

Grandmother was afraid of making him and Owen sad, so she didn't do this on Tomb-sweeping Day.

Cassie asked nervously, "I...like this bean paste. If you have something you like, tell me and I'll cook it

for you. But if you don't like it, forget it."

Dylan lifted his lips and looked at Cassie, "Thank you."

He was not as arrogant as before, and his tone was very gentle. This kind of boat made people feel

more familiar.

The sudden "thank you" made Cassie confused.

With a giggle, she said, "It's okay. Just take it as the reward for accompanying me to see my mother."

It suddenly occurred to her that everyone had many faces, but it depended on whether he wanted you

to see them or not.

She saw his soft side. It was not as ridiculous as the rumors outside.

Cassie muttered, "In fact, it's good when you're not a ferocious capitalist. Isn't it good for smiling to

other people? There is an old saying that smiles make one younger for ten years.

Recently, Cassie had become much bolder, and even had more freedom to meddle in Dylan's

business.

Hearing that, Dylan became interested. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Cassie. "Smiles make

one younger for ten years? Why do you hear so many rumors all day long? How's the progress of 100

Days of Sweet Love?"

With a confident smile on her face, Cassie said, "No problem. But for Betty? What kind of role is

suitable for her?"

After all, Betty was a first-line showgirl. After signing contract with Huayu, the first play would be to

make a match for the new actress, which would certainly cause dissatisfaction of her fans. It would be

difficult to arrange a role for her.