Chapter 492: The Vase of Cannon Fodder in the Machiavellian Story (5)
Upon hearing this, Xiao He's eyes showed worry.
"What's wrong, Miss? Are you feeling unwell?"
She would still call Jiang Lai "Miss" when no one was around, because the original owner, who was generous and fat, never cared about these titles, and the relationship between the two was relatively relaxed and harmonious.
Looking at the table in front of me, there are sweet and salty dishes. Except for pastries, the other four dishes are all meat. The staple food is a big bowl of sweet porridge and a bowl of rice. Even if there is vegetarian food, it is just a decoration at best. Not enough for one bite.
And these things are the breakfast that the original owner has eaten every day for these years.
"Hey..."
Eating like this every day, really, the original owner can still get out of bed and walk independently, which only shows that the original owner is still not prone to obesity.
"I'm fine. I'm in a bad mood today and have no appetite. Please leave."
If he doesn't take it away, Jiang Lai will be unable to control his two sinful claws.
Finally, Jiang Lai finished the bowl of porridge as if drinking medicine.
It's no different than stuffing between teeth. It's like a gust of wind has blown through the belly of the three bedrooms and one living room, but it's still empty and without any sense of satisfaction.
Although I am hungry, I will be fine as long as I can hold on until noon.
Jiang Lai has always been self-disciplined, which is very different from the original owner's personality, but she also has the advantage of being adaptable.
If you want to be lazy and lose weight at the same time, the only way is to focus on three meals a day.
At noon, before Chu Yunxuan came back from the next morning, Xiao He got busy again.
Seeing Jiang Lai still strolling in the yard, she quickly picked up the food box from the kitchen and urged Jiang Lai.
"Miss, His Highness will be back soon, you have to hurry up and eat."
These two sentences were unrelated to others, but they were a tacit secret between the original owner and Xiao He.
The original owner who would wait to eat with him every day, in order to maintain his image, would open a small stove in advance before eating and fill his stomach in advance, so that he could pretend to have a normal appetite in front of Chu Yunxuan.
In other words, Jiang Lai eats two lunches a day.
Xiao He accurately timed it to ensure that after Jiang Lai ate at this time, he would not be too hungry or too full when the actual meal time came, and then he would not let anything slip in front of Chu Yunxuan.
There was a round table that could seat four people, and a variety of dishes filled the entire table.
It’s almost the same as in the morning, with less vegetarian food and more meat, and all of them are meat. In one meal, everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, and swims in the water is served to the table.
Xiaohe saw that Jiang Lai couldn't move his chopsticks, so he thoughtfully handed them to her.
"Miss, you didn't eat in the morning. You should eat more at noon, otherwise those ladies will come to bother you again in the afternoon and you won't have the strength to deal with them."
The ladies mentioned in Xiao He's mouth were all recruited by Chu Yunxuan. The natal families behind them were either rich or noble. Although they were not as high-status as the Taishi's daughter, for Chu Yunxuan, as long as they could be used, he would basically come. No one refuses.
Anyway, the backyard is big enough to accommodate a few women.
Without exception, these women had not been favored by Chu Yunxuan after entering the house. Over time, their resentment deepened. In order to divert the attention of these women, Chu Yunxuan would stay in Jiang Lai's yard every night.
As a royal concubine, she is the most favored and has nothing to say to anyone. But when she came back with a house full of ladies, she didn't even have a concubine position. She couldn't see the shadow of the eighth prince all day long, and she stayed alone in the empty room day and night. , it is even more impossible for mother to be more valuable than son. When life is hopeless, these women all target Jiang Lai.
This is why Xiao He reminds Jiang Lai to eat more.
Otherwise, if these women get together, they can play tricks on Jiang Lai, who has a simple and honest nature.
It's useless for Xiao He to feel distressed. Every time Jiang Lai is bullied, the eighth prince who really speaks his word will never show up. He will only show up after those women vent their anger, and then give all his tenderness and preference to Jiang Lai. Finally, Continue to stoke the jealousy of those women.
The cycle goes on and on, and in the end, Jiang Lai is the only one unlucky.
"Miss, what's wrong with you? These are your favorite foods."
Jiang Lai took out his chopsticks and silently poked at the big elbow in front of him. The soup was thick and fragrant, and there was a layer of syrup hanging on the outside of the elbow. It was crunchy when poked, and it looked really tempting.
"Who made this elbow?"
"Your little kitchen, I came here from Taishi Mansion. You have been eating the dishes made in the small kitchen since you were a child. Why do you seem to have no appetite for this one?"
Madam gave her instructions before she came.
It is a trivial matter for a young lady to cry or to make a fuss.
It would be a big deal if the lady doesn't eat.
"Have I ever been as fat as I am now?"
Jiang Lai asked sincerely.
Xiaohe subconsciously shook his head in denial.
"No, Miss is not fat."
"The Bodhisattva is watching. Those who lie will never have a good marriage."
To Xiao He, a Buddhist, this sentence was tantamount to torture.
She quickly changed her tune.
"Slightly, a little plump."
"It's a bit of a fart."
Jiang Lai threw away his chopsticks.
"If you continue to eat like this for two years, you will have to give me some incense."
Less than a year after the original owner got married, she had gone from being slightly chubby to being bloated now.
There is no scale for weighing people now, so Jiang Lai roughly estimated that the original owner was about 1.65 meters tall, which was about 120 before he got married.
Look at it now, at least one hundred and fifty.
Maybe one hundred and six.
To say she is plump is an ancient euphemism.
She has gained 30 to 40 pounds in a year, and based on her current physical condition, the original owner is likely to have diabetes. If she continues to eat like this, in ancient times with backward medical standards, she will most likely not survive the end of next year.
Seeing Jiang Lai's anger, Xiao He hurriedly knelt down and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
"Miss, I have actually noticed a long time ago that the meals prepared for you in the small kitchen are getting more fishy and greasy, but you said you like it like this. I am just a servant and dare not say anything more.
Also, you also said that the Eighth Prince promised you a private kitchen as a favor to you. ”
In her natal family, the master and his wife loved the young lady so much that they specially set up a small kitchen for the young lady. After marrying the eighth prince, the eighth prince agreed that the young lady would move the small kitchen into the mansion. This move made the old lady very satisfied and made the young lady even more determined. Admire the Eighth Prince.
Xiaohe also felt that the young lady had a good life at the beginning and her mother's family loved her. After marrying into her husband's family, their love did not diminish.
Over time, she felt something was wrong. After all, she was with the young lady day and night. No one knew better than her what the eighth prince looked at the young lady.
Xiao He did try to remind Jiang Lai, but at that time Jiang Lai could not listen to these words and even scolded her.
After that, Xiaohe didn't dare to talk anymore.
Today, Jiang Lai took the initiative to bring it up, and Xiao He was confused and happy at the same time.
"Miss, what about this meal..."
"Pretend it up and take it out to distribute to the beggars. Just do as I say and prepare another meal for me." (End of Chapter)