Mo Zhangyan didn't mention it, and Sheng Qiuxiao didn't ask, but she could tell at a glance that the relationship between the two was great. She knew about the existence of Mr. Li, and she didn't think that Mo Zhangyan was a half-hearted person who lingered among the flowers.
A heartless and unkind woman. So... what exactly is it?
In this manor, Mr. Yin is the master. Is their courtesan... really just a guest with a close personal relationship?
Qiu Xiao quickly recalled what she saw and heard. Xiao Ju didn't know what was going on. She thought her sister's silence was because she was shocked by the wealth of Zhou Lai Villa - she herself was like this. She came from a humble background and grew up eating rice bran and vegetables.
Da, when I first saw the magnificence of another world, it was really like entering the fairyland of Yaotai. Thousands of envy stuck in my throat, and I was dumbfounded.
Life in Lengxiang Pavilion is not difficult, especially since she started working with Miss Sheng, Xiao Ju's treatment is completely different from before. But the glory and glory belong to the master, and Sheng Qiuxiao is still a slave in front of the two pavilion masters.
How can it be compared to here, where every treatment is the same as that of the courtesan.
The red lotus-flavored rice was steamed softly, with distinct grains, and exuded a warm and full atmosphere that did not belong to people like them. Xiaoju set aside a bowl of rice, smelled the strong grain aroma of millet, and swallowed quietly.
In addition to these, there are several home-cooked dishes, but not ordinary people can afford to entertain them every day. The scallion oil and taro are cooked and soft, the emerald tofu is salty and fresh, and the roasted pork skin is slightly charred, and it is crispy and tender when you bite it.
At the bottom of the box is a bowl of warm Longjing chicken soup and a plate of two kinds of pickles to clear the mouth.
"Sister, everything is ready, you can eat." Xiaoju's hands were stained with the fragrance of the food, and her palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat. She pinched her clothes and stepped away to wait for service, not daring to come any closer.
Facing the unparalleled wealth, she was very afraid, lest she could not withstand the temptation, and Miss Sheng would definitely notice something strange, so she would pull her to eat some together. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
With fish, meat and mutton, why would you want to go back to the time when you ate glutinous vegetables?
Qiu Xiao held up the hem of her skirt and sat down. In front of her was a plate of pink and bright red cherry compote, which had been simmering in the food box for a long time. The original crystal clear color had slightly faded, but it still tempted people to move their index fingers.
At first glance, this set of cups, plates, and bowls are all exquisite in size and meticulous in workmanship, inadvertently revealing the exquisiteness of the owner. They are probably specially used for foreign guests who do not come to the restaurant. The cook sent two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, and another pair of dishes.
It looked simple and was forgotten in the corner of the food box. Sheng Qiuxiao saw it and reached out to take it and put it opposite her.
"You have a pair of chopsticks. Sit down." She turned her face and said to Xiaoju with a smile.
The maid declined again and again for a while, but was pulled by Qiu Xiao and got on the kang. Xiao Ju had her own concerns, and Qiu Xiao also had her own reasons: If everyone is hesitant, who will enjoy the blessing? You and I, master and servant, are here.
It is a great blessing for the little pavilion master to gain face in front of him and see the world. If it is not easy to continue, why should he throw it out and waste all natural resources?
Xiaoju was moved, but she really couldn't resist the urge of her hungry stomach. So the two finally sat opposite each other. The master and the servant were just like the past, eating quietly and not talking much.
"Sister..." After pulling out half a bowl of rice, Xiao Ju raised her head and served Qiu Xiao with a spoonful of tender emerald tofu. "Slave, please be brave and say something. Seeing that the oiran is sincere to my sister, why doesn't my sister follow her?"
Go? The first time you come to the door, you will... be laughed at because you don't understand etiquette."
Qiu Xiao was gentle and tolerant, never uttering a harsh word, and Xiao Ju still considered her words when speaking to her. The maidservant worked hard all day long, suffered bullying, and lived at the bottom, so she often knew how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Everyone can see that this villa is not for leisure. Now that you have formally invited me to the table, you should go there happily and express your gratitude.
It was really shameful to avoid seeing her... Not only was the host not annoyed, but she still treated her with courtesy. That was her upbringing, but it didn't necessarily mean that Miss Sheng had such a great reputation.
"Silly girl, I know you are worried about me. It's just a joke, it would be better if it really ruins your reputation..."
Sheng Qiuxiao stopped her chopsticks, murmured in a low voice, took a piece of cherry jam and bit it slowly. The pastry had cooled down a bit, and the fruit filling was slightly stagnant, like jelly melting lightly, and the snow was half-crisp. With ink
The court lady was different. She didn't like sweets very much, but she immediately fell in love with this sweet and soft snack.
The maid opposite didn't understand what he meant. She held her chopsticks and cast two silly glances. Qiu Xiao made a pair of small dimples at the corners of her mouth and continued: "Aren't you also shocked when you see the cost of furnishings here?
Our sister Yan is beautiful, but she has such a strong temper. No matter how rich Mr. Yin is, it will be difficult to impress a beautiful woman with a piece of cake."
She thought of the usual gossip among women, and couldn't help but shake her head and smile. There was no lack of criticism in Lengxiang Pavilion, all of which started from hot eyes, soreness, and jealousy. They said that Mo Yan's medicine was incompetent and arrogant, but Kong had a good-looking face and good skills.
Pipa, the position of oiran should have been given to someone else long ago.
But, an oiran... what is an oiran? A distinguished courtier, an astonishing talent and a beautiful woman, not greedy for gold and jade, unmoved by joy or sorrow, it can be seen as if the goddess in the sky mistakenly reborn as a mortal, and the noble daughter of a prince fell to the common people.
The so-called eccentricity and domineering are nothing more than slander, jealousy and resentment after being out of touch.
Her thoughts came to an abrupt stop, Qiu Xiao suppressed the subtle sarcasm on her lips, and her tone remained as calm as Ju: "So, these two people only became close friends and confidants by chance. When close friends meet, there must be something.
If you are a close friend, why should I join in the fun? Besides, with such an unworthy status, how can I get to sit on someone's official table?"
"elder sister?"
Xiaoju suddenly blushed, opened her round eyes, and shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to figure it out in a hurry.
"Sister, what are you talking about? You obviously haven't..."
What a secretive thing that was! Her words stuck to her lips again, neither spitting them out nor swallowing them. Starting from the Chinese Valentine's Day, everyone was sure that Qiuxiao, the Sheng family, had a red name and was called a flower card.
, took over the seat of Guanying. Only this little girl who was waiting for her day and night knew how clean Miss Sheng was and her body was.
"So what?" Qiu Xiao's eyes were indifferent and her smile was subtle and light. "With or without it, Sheng Qiu Xiao is still the popular girl of Lengxiang Pavilion. In life, as long as you have a clear conscience, you don't need to do many things.
Don’t care what others say. Especially us women, if we care about everything, there is no way we can survive.”
Xiaoju was an honest person, and she listened blankly for a long time. She felt that what her sister said were all great truths, and she seemed to understand them, but she seemed to be stuck in her head and couldn't digest them all at once.
With something to worry about, the little maid realized for the first time what the word "profound" meant, and the red lotus millet rice in the bowl became tasteless.