"Stop talking nonsense!" Qiu Xiao interrupted the maid suddenly and said angrily: "What kind of person is Mr. Yin? Just seeing how he treats the courtesan's wife like a brother and a friend, and he loves and cares for me in every possible way. If someone treats me like this, I'm afraid
I wish I could repay him with all my heart and soul, hoping that he would have the best marriage in the world, how could I give him a guy from the building?"
Miss Sheng's words were so sonorous that Xiao Ju trembled all over, almost dumbfounded by the words, but somehow she still persisted in her previous thoughts: "Then, this, but - ahem..." Before he could say the words, a note
The cold air was sucked into her throat first, choking her and making her feel embarrassed.
Qiu Xiao sighed helplessly, removed her slightly sullen expression, and patted Xiao Ju's vest. She originally knew that this little maid was sincere, and she couldn't bear to blame her anymore after seeing this.
"Sister, cough...Sister, even if you can't get into the royal family, you will still be treated as a child. Mr. Yin is very handsome, and the young lady also said that he will not look down on his background in a brothel. Isn't it better for my sister here than outside?"
Xiaoju was relieved, and by the way, she realized that Qiu Xiao's words made sense. As soon as the conversation started, it seemed as if she couldn't stop it easily. Her thoughts were smoother than ever before, and she thought of new benefits.
She also had a drum in her heart. The background of the little maidservant who was a rough servant, once she was taken from the backyard to the upstairs, served the red girl closely, and no one else got a share of the pie, it was considered to be an extraordinarily kind thing. Where will the girl's sister live in the future?
, it all depends on God’s chance, the favor of the benefactor, the likes and dislikes of the master’s wife, when will it be the turn of one of your servants to talk too much?
Thoughts like a revolving door wandered around for several times, just in the blink of an eye. The earth dragon in Zhoulai Villa was too warm. Qiu Xiao's body heat syndrome was particularly obvious today, and her temper became irritable. She heard that Xiao Ju refused to give up. But she couldn't bear it.
I wanted to scold her, but seeing how timid and pitiful she was, I took a deep breath and endured it.
"Xiao Ju, you can't continue to think about it." Qiu Xiao leaned down a little and warned earnestly, "Why do you be so small? I'm really blinded by lard! I looked at it. No matter how reserved Mr. Yin is on his face, how much does he treat our young lady?
We both have some affection for each other, but we just don’t want to expose each other’s embarrassment.”
Thinking back to the brief meeting in the front hall when she first came to visit, and later the small courtyard far exceeded the regulations for entertaining guests, Qiu Xiao felt like she had a clear idea of whether the owner of the village had any unspeakable difficulties. She did feel envious.
, secretly lamenting that the same people have different fates, and after a while, he woke up and realized: Mo Changyan and the other girls are not the same people in the first place.
"Even if I stay here, I just want to ask for the lady's grace and pass her clear path. The lady probably won't refute my face, but Mr. Yin has her in his heart, how can she speak up? What's more, the leader
A visitor to the villa actually wants to be a star for the owner of the villa. What will Mr. Yin think? How will the two of them get along in the future?"
Sheng Qiuxiao analyzed the pros and cons of everything inside and out very clearly, using simple and easy-to-understand words. Xiaoju listened attentively, understood the truth, and remembered it firmly. She knelt down in front of the bed and kowtowed heavily.
, swearing that from now on, he would never dare to discuss anything about his masters.
"This servant is ignorant and stupid. He thought he could take care of the girl's worries, but he was just being clever. He almost killed his sister and ruined the friendship between her and the young lady."
Xiaoju's eyes were red, she raised three fingers to her ears, and she swallowed loudly. Because she kowtowed so hard, there was a light purple mark on her smooth forehead.
Qiu Xiao was so distressed that she quickly pulled her up and sat down. She personally threw a cold handkerchief on Xiaoju and applied it to the injured area to relieve pain. She also searched for an ointment to reduce swelling and remove blood stasis, and carefully applied and massaged it on the injured area.
The ointment is dark green, with a hint of turmeric and mint fragrance. When applied to the forehead, it feels cool and comfortable at first, but soon begins to be pungent and hot, and seems to turn into strands, soaking into the skin. Xiaoju couldn't help but "ooh" a few times, Qiu Xiao coaxed her gently and said it would be fine later.
The master and the servant had just finished talking about some serious matters, and they were both focused on the bruise on Xiaoya's head. They didn't notice a thin figure leaving the ajar door.
The aroma of bergamot filled the room with warmth, and the kitchen brought out a plate of gold-threaded plum blossoms and a cup of carved bamboo shoots in chicken soup. They were trotted over in a food box on the handlebar. The sweet and salty ingredients make people salivate, while the sour and fresh taste makes them stomach-churning.
Shen Yuan was still resting on the Arhat bed, holding a stew pot in his hands and stirring it carefully with a spoon. Feiyue and Feiyun were waiting beside him. In front of him stood a maid with double buns and green clothes, called Chuntao. , was asked by Mother Xue to come over and deliver snacks, and was answering respectfully.
"...Miss Sheng said that after taking the medicine and taking a rest, there was no movement in the room for a while. The servant was worried that the soup was cold, so she came over without listening."
Chuntao bowed her waist slightly, with a strand of bangs hanging softly in front of her forehead, and her eyes fell neatly two inches in front of her toes. She actually had no intention of eavesdropping on Sheng Qiuxiao's words, but by chance, when passing by the main hall, her left This time Qiu Xiao happened to be sullen, and her voice was a little louder, which just fell into the ears of passers-by.
No one who hears about the fact that a foreign woman covets the owner of the village will think the best of it - even if Sheng Qiuxiao is innocent and has no dirty intentions.
Chuntao has always been very sensible and cautious in speaking and doing things, which is highly appreciated by Shen Yuan. She only tells the owner of the courtyard exactly what she hears, and people from Zhoulai Villa disdain to do such behavior by adding fuel and jealousy.
After hearing this, Shen Yuan admired Chuntao in her heart, but she didn't show it. She stopped the spoon in her hand, her tone was as calm as usual, and she simply told her subordinate: "You did a good job. When this matter comes to me, I I will go and discuss with your village owner, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” After saying that, he turned around and called Feiyue, asking him to grab a handful of money and give it to Chuntao to eat some fruit.
Chuntao understood, and said that the lady had taken all the trouble, and it was all based on the lady's instructions, so she just received the reward, and then she agreed to thank her and went out.
The two maids naturally heard the whole story and sent Chuntao away. They turned around and looked at each other, figuring that their young ladies probably didn't care much about what happened to Miss Sheng. As expected, Shen Yuan blew the hot air and seemed to be focused on it. Everyone focuses on the soup.
"My servant was negligent. How could I ask the lady to cook it?" Fei Yue stepped forward to take the hand, but Shen Yuan raised his eyes to stop him, indicating that it was okay: "This soup is stewed in a good way, it just needs to be a little hot to bring out the fresh flavor. Drink it slowly and your body will feel warm."
The native chicken raised in the mountains is plump and plump. It is cooked in a sealed clay pot for two hours with sweet and clear mountain spring water. The chicken is soft and crispy and almost melts into the soup. Served with some finely shredded ginger, daylily, and cordyceps flowers, Remove oil and reduce greasiness, add color and eliminate fishy smell, add a few wolfberry and jujube to blend the taste, stew over high heat, and the soup will be thick and flavourful.
It has taken a lot of effort, but the most wonderful thing is the carved bamboo shoots. The crisp, tender and thin new bamboo shoots are sliced into pieces. The skillful cooks are asked to carve beautiful flowers patterns on this square inch. The joints are often as thin as gossamer. It is really impressive.
As the saying goes, "You never tire of fine food, and you never tire of fine food." This chapter has been completed!