Three hundred and thirtieth chapters closer to the nostalgia more timid
When the maid in Lengxiang Oiran's room was driving out, she heard from the accountant in front that the young master named Ling who ordered Sheng Qiu Xiao last night had not left all night and was still staying in the private room upstairs.
The accountant still remembered that in the summer, this guest spent a lot of money on the courtesan's wife. Since then, it seems that the two of them have never met again. It is rare that they come to visit again, but it is replaced by Miss Qiushi, which is really surprising.
Fen was confused. Feiyue didn't react at all. She said "Oh" and hurried on the road. Zhou Lai Villa was not close, so there was no need to delay going back and forth.
Mrs. Mo Zhang also got up early and went to the stove to order breakfast. The master of Lengxiang Pavilion was well aware of what was going on in the building. In addition to the food, there was also a very important turnip soup, which according to the rules should have been delivered last night.
When they went in, their mother or the maid watched Sheng Qiuxiao drink it, but Mr. Ling said that no one was allowed to disturb him, and until the candlelight in the room dimmed, there was no chance to deliver the soup.
All the people who came to Lengxiang Pavilion were guests, so they should not be ignored casually. Only Mr. Ling, including the two masters of Mozhang Pavilion and the girls beside them, all felt headaches when they saw him. He finally stopped pestering him.
The oiran turned to be infatuated with another woman, which undoubtedly made her
The master and servants all breathed a sigh of relief. Breakfast must be prepared in the kitchen for all guests staying overnight in the building. On this day, Sister-in-law He was busy serving the two masters. It happened to be the time when the newly hired cook came from the back garden.
When she got back, she took charge of the front building.
The cook's surname was Song. She was slightly stout and was good at making soup. After serving the little master a few meals, she was able to secure her place in the kitchen. The boy came in with chopped firewood, and Chef Song had just tied it.
Xiaoju, who was wearing an apron and beside Sheng Qiuxiao, hurried over and said that the girl's guest wanted to eat a rice dumpling dumpling, and also specified that he wanted sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus white.
"You want to drink alcohol so early in the morning?" Sister-in-law He went to the door to get a handful of green onions. She heard her on the way back and couldn't help but click her tongue: "It's glutinous rice again, and it's lotus white. I remember that there was no hangover soup yesterday. I really don't know what to do."
How drunk are you?"
Everyone shook their heads, or took it for granted, and the work they were doing never stopped. Xiaoju received the vague instructions from the women, lowered her head to the corner of the kitchen, filled a cup of boiling turnip soup, blushed, and sulked while holding the tray.
He trotted out all the way.
"Speaking of which, in the building now, although the oiran is delicate, she seems to have been forgotten. Miss Sheng Qiuxiao is the most capable, and one guest after another misses her." Amidst the busy sounds, a servant girl suddenly called.
Such is the way.
"That's not necessarily true. They are all old people. Apart from Madam Mingxiang back then, have you ever seen anyone else who got a hundred-day bonus?" Someone with more seniority said that things were not entirely the case: "I have food in my hands and don't panic in my heart. Qiu
No matter how good Mrs. Xiao is, she is not as good as someone else who will reincarnate. Even if no one cares about her for many years, she will still have a lot of money to spend, and she will nourish herself with delicacies from mountains and seas, and Madam will not bat an eyelid."
The latter view is obviously still the mainstream in the building. Everyone chatted casually for a few words, and the topic soon returned to the daily diet. The food in Lengxiang Pavilion has its own rules, and the taste is repetitive and nothing too novel. I'm afraid
The women's appetites have been cultivated, and if the guests have special requests, most of them can be satisfied. Sister-in-law He is increasingly becoming a fine court lady. Recently, the master is particularly weak, and she has to put more thought into the kitchen.
Chef Song seems to be more comfortable with it. It is not difficult to make glutinous rice dumplings. However, the other dishes are not specified and require a little thought. She just picked them up at her fingertips and ordered rose fish breast and vegetarian fried spring rolls.
, almond tofu is topped with golden osmanthus sugar, fried with sesame oil to make crispy salt and pepper sesame balls, and finally added with cloud leg noodles sprinkled with shredded green onions.
Sister-in-law He was very experienced in doing things. She took a moment to take a look and wondered why Chef Song had made the sesame balls into salty dishes instead of the bean paste and jujube paste.
"When the distinguished guest came yesterday, didn't we only order salty dishes to accompany the wine? I think he doesn't like sweets." Chef Song said with an honest smile: "The Yuanzi that the girl mentioned is probably to take care of the girl's appetite."
The firewood on the stove hadn't stopped yet, and the Bizi soup had been brought into the room. The concoction was thick and black, with a bitter and pungent taste. It rushed out after opening the lid. Sheng Qiuxiao didn't even frown, and drank it all in one gulp.
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"Hey..." Mr. Folding Fan stretched out his hand to stop him, but was blocked by Sheng Qiu Xiao. He glanced outside the door - only Xiao Ju came in to deliver the medicine, but he didn't know that the mother in charge had been guarding it for a long time to prevent the women.
Playing tricks, pretending to take medicine, and then showing up to cause trouble.
Xiaoju brought out the empty bowl. Mother Zhao checked it and heard nothing unusual, so she left with peace of mind and satisfaction. Sheng Qiuxiao in the room looked as usual, but was stimulated by the taste of the soup and slightly nauseated, which made Mr. Folding Fan look apologetic:
"If I had known this, I wouldn't have bothered the girl to make this scene happen."
Qiu Xiaoqiao smiled sweetly: "Young Master is serious, I am a red shopkeeper, so I don't want to miss a bowl of weed seed soup. It's just that I'm presumptuous and really want to ask the Young Master..." Mrs. Sheng hesitated for a moment, "If the Young Master really
I'm interested in the courtesan sister, why don't you express your feelings to her instead of going through such twists and turns?"
Mr. Sheng hit the nail on the head, and Mr. Folding Fan was speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but held back and turned around: "Is Miss Qiu too confident, or does she trust your sister too much? With her stubborn temper, how dare you conclude that I like her."
"It seems that this servant has made a mistake. Don't be surprised, Master." Sheng Qiuxiao turned her back, lowered her eyes and carefully arranged her clothes, and said as if she had no intention of saying: "Actually, Master is right. Although my sister is as beautiful as a flower, she is as beautiful as a flower.
Due to years of illness, temperament was
She was so tortured that even the madam was getting angry with her. She was really pitiful - the slave only suffered some physical pain, but the elder sister was punished to personally take care of Li Zhi's sister's funeral affairs, and had to copy scriptures day and night to provide for Li Zhi.
Soul-transferring, how can this be done!"
The two of them had their backs facing each other. Sheng Qiuxiao couldn't see Mr. Ling's expression, but she could probably guess it. She didn't mean to avoid confrontation with her brother Li Jia by doing this. She just complained that she was too thoughtful and wanted to talk in detail.
After only four or five sentences, he realized that the visitor was really affectionate towards the courtesan, so he bypassed her and asked for her, knowing that he was not a child who was more timid about being close to home.
The guest didn't say anything, so Sheng Qiu Xiao couldn't continue. Breakfast happened to be delivered from the kitchen, and the table was full. The servants had laid out the dishes and were about to leave, but half of their feet had already stepped out of the threshold. Young Master Ling suddenly spoke.
He asked with a straight face how the oiran was doing now.
"The slaves are not lucky enough to serve the young lady. I only know that Miss Feiyun beside the young lady has received breakfast, and the servants came here first." Xinghua lowered her hand and replied.
Mr. Ling was noncommittal, Qiu Xiao stepped forward in time, softened her voice, and said with worry: "Sister is weak, and it is easy to sleep in the winter, but it is so early today. She must be worried about being punished and can't sleep all night. Servant
I have a merciless request. I beg you to be generous and let me go to the other side to visit you. Don’t let my sister suffer alone."