Chapter 64 Madam Shangshu
You Anju?
The ladies in Kyoto don't know Song You'an as well as the young ladies, so they are also very unfamiliar with You'anju.
But some people reacted and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "Huh? I remember this Miss Song. Is that thing called perfume also made by her?"
Mrs. Shangshu and Mrs. Marquis of Fuyang both nodded, and Mrs. Marquis of Fuyang continued: "The perfume is very strange. My Ling'er sprays it every day. The fragrance floats wherever it goes, and it smells very good."
After mentioning this, several other ladies also reacted, because there were twenty or thirty ladies buying perfume at Youanju that day, and all the ladies here had rich families among them.
"I'm just here to talk to you." Mrs. Shangshu realized what she was doing and quickly told the nanny beside her: "Let Miss Song come in."
The Shangshu Mansion is as grand as the Marquis Mansion in Fuyang. Although Song Youan is here for the first time, she is no longer so nervous. She follows her grandma into the courtyard with a good posture. When she glances around, she sees more than a dozen noble ladies. .
"The daughter of the people has met all the ladies."
Everyone looked at her subconsciously. Although she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, her profile was clear and elegant, and she was a complete beauty.
Mrs. Shangshu sat in the middle seat and was very curious about Song You'an. She immediately said: "Girl, don't be cautious, raise your head."
Song You'an paused slightly when he heard the words, then slowly raised his head, and at first glance he met the eyes of Mrs. Shangshu in the middle.
For a moment, Song You'an tensed up, her pupils trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with an uncontrollable look of shock.
The facial features and expression of Mrs. Shangshu in front of her were...actually exactly the same as her deceased aunt!
Goosebumps appeared all over her body, and a numbness spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her forget to react for a moment.
"Miss Song?"
Seeing that Song You'an was about to lose her composure, Grandma quickly reminded her: "Is this a cake you are carrying? The ladies are all waiting."
A word brought Song You'an back to her senses. She quickly looked away, but when she closed her eyes, she calmly wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.
It's just that they look the same. There are many people who look alike in this world, not to mention this is Dazhao.
I must have missed my aunt so much that I couldn't help but be touched.
She looked at her mama and smiled gratefully, then whispered softly: "I have prepared twenty cakes for you ladies today. I hope you like them."
She suppressed the sobs in her throat and put down the incubator on her back.
A lady looked at the silver insulated box curiously and couldn't help but ask: "Girl, I think your cake container is quite fresh. Is there anything different?"
Song Youan kept moving her hands and explained: "Special insulation materials are used to make the cake melt easily. If it melts, it will affect the texture and taste."
The ladies nodded approvingly. The famous dim sum shops in Kyoto also pay great attention to packaging. It is obvious that Miss Song in front of her is more attentive.
The beautifully shaped small cakes were presented one by one, and the ladies all showed surprised expressions.
Although I ate at the banquet of Su Guo Gongfu once, I never saw so many tricks.
Black, white, red, yellow, the colors alone are dazzling, not to mention the shapes of these cakes are different, and some are decorated with a variety of fresh fruits, making people salivate at just one glance.
“No wonder the children like it, I can’t help but salivate when I see it.”
"Isn't it? It looks better than the ones made in Kyoto pastry shops."
"The taste is also better. I have tried two different ones and they were both delicious."
Without men, the ladies communicate more freely. No one should laugh at anyone when it comes to new things like cakes, because no one has ever seen or tasted them.
Mrs. Shangshu was very satisfied with everyone's response. She didn't mean to show off. After all, with the status of Shangshu Mansion in Kyoto, she had always been a core figure among official women, so she didn't have to worry about such things.
But what Shangshufu pays attention to is face. In her banquet, she can taste the fashionable food in Kyoto, and she looks like Lord Shangshu.
That's enough.
Song Youan placed a piece of Crispy Raspberry Napoleon on the table next to Mrs. Shangshu. She told herself over and over again that it was just a coincidence, but her hands could not help but tremble. Even this crispy raspberry Napoleon was my aunt’s favorite food during her lifetime.
Mrs. Shangshu certainly saw Song You'an's abnormality, but she didn't say much. She just thought it was because ordinary people were nervous when entering the Shangshu Mansion.
"Miss Song, I will set up a stage at my house to listen to the opera on the third and eighteenth day of every month. From now on, please bring cakes on time." Mrs. Shangshu said softly.
Song You'an's heart froze, and she quickly nodded in agreement: "The girl of the people has written it down."
Then Mrs. Shangshu gave her a look, and she understood and turned around to take Song You'an away from the yard.
There was thunder in the sky, and the air seemed to be more humid, making people feel stuffy.
"Girl, come back quickly. It's going to rain today." Grandma sent him to the door and urged him.
Song You'an leaned over to thank her, and when she turned around again, tears could no longer be suppressed and burst into her eyes.
She knew Mrs. Shangshu was not her aunt, but Tears really didn't listen to her.
In a panic, Song Youan wiped away her tears with her sleeves, took a deep breath, then walked down the steps and left.
Not far away, several little beggars watched this scene from a distance.
"Brother Bao, that girl seems to be crying."
The smallest beggar among them looked at the boy in the middle and said.
Yuan Bao's dark little face wrinkled up and he said solemnly: "It doesn't look like that, or I'm crying."
Another beggar who was the tallest said firmly: "The girl must have been bullied in the Shangshu Mansion. The mansions of such high officials are full of people who rely on their own power."
"That's right!" Several other people agreed.
Then everyone looked at Yuan Bao. It was obvious that Yuan Bao in the middle was their leader.
Yuan Bao thought for a moment and said, "A Liang and Xiao Mosquito will send the girl home with me. Shiliang, you take the others to teach this Shangshu Mansion a lesson."
"Ah?" The tall man Shiliang was surprised when he heard this: "Can it be done? What if I get caught?"
Yuanbao snorted coldly: "Who knows the roads of Kyoto better than us? Think of a way to escape in advance, and run away after you are done. No one can catch up with you."
Several people nodded after hearing this, feeling that it made sense.
So the three little beggars quickly caught up with Song You'an, but kept a distance of about 20 meters from her, just to escort her home.
But Song Youan was completely unaware of this.
On the other side, Shiliang and other little beggars got a pile of mud from nowhere. They balled the mud into balls and threw them hard towards the door of Shangshu Mansion.
Mud hit the vermilion door and left black spots, leaving a mess in front of the door in the blink of an eye.
As a result, a mud ball was accidentally thrown too high, and it was thrown over the high wall into the yard.
"Who is it? Who dares to come to Shangshu Mansion to cause trouble!"
There was an angry sound coming from within the high wall. The little beggars were all startled when they heard it, then turned around and ran away.
The door of Shangshu Mansion opened, and a boy stuck his head out. Unexpectedly, a pungent smell of urine rushed into his nose, causing the boy to cover his mouth and nose and feel nauseated.
The mud on the ground was dark, but yellow smoke seemed to be rising at this time.
Asking for a monthly ticket!