Chapter 687 A great gift
“You”
Master Yao’s personal maid frowned and said displeasedly, but before she could finish the rest of her words, she was interrupted by Dong Qinglian who walked in. .
“What are you doing?”
Dong Qinglian glanced at Mr. Yao’s maid, displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Her personal maid immediately knelt down to apologize and exposed her red hands.
“I’m sorry, miss, but it’s my fault. I told this sister to send the sobering soup to the garden, but she didn’t believe me. It was me who threw the sobering soup clumsily.”
After hearing what her personal maid said, Dong Qinglian was even more displeased with Master Yao’s personal maid. She hadn’t even married into the Yao family yet, but on her own territory, a girl with no name or status dared to give her Tiaozi's personal maid did not take her seriously.
Dong Qinglian was unhappy in her heart, but she didn’t show it on her face. She directly said to the maid kneeling next to her:
“Why are you doing things so rough? It must be because you didn’t explain it clearly. , Xiaoya didn’t let you take it away. After all, this is something for the entrance. You should be cautious. You can receive the punishment yourself.”
"Yes, miss!"
The maid naturally understood the look in her missy's eyes, and then exited the kitchen.
"Xiaoya, I did make an appointment with your young master to admire the moon and accompany him to sober up. Now that the sobering up soup has been spilled, I'll trouble you to make another one. Since you're worried about what's in your mouth, How about just watching by yourself?"
Dong Qinglian said kindly.
"Xiaoya knows."
Xiaoya lowered her eyes and said respectfully, but her clenched hands betrayed her mood.
Lianyi lay in the room and watched a good show. It was obvious that Xiaoya was serving Mr. Yao personally, so he was full of hostility towards the future wife. However, due to her status, she could not do anything.
Dong Qinglian has also seen Xiaoya’s thoughts and has begun to suppress the other party. She is sure that Xiaoya will die on the way to Kyoto. Dong Qinglian has always been jealous of those who covet her belongings. They will not be lenient, just like they did to the original body.
Xiaoya could only take the hangover soup ingredients handed over by the kitchen woman and start making the hangover soup alone in the kitchen.
The old lady in the kitchen also said in a strange way:
"We old immortals should stop staying in the kitchen, lest Miss Xiaoya can't make the sobering soup, Mr. Yao will be dissatisfied with us, and we will take the blame for whatever goes wrong."
"Stop talking. Just a few words, there happened to be some wine that was taken off the table today, which is a bargain for us. Let’s have a few drinks to relieve our fatigue. After Miss Xiaoya finishes her errands, we can clean the kitchen, so don’t get in the way here.”
< br>After saying that, the two women also left, and Xiaoya was the only one left in the kitchen.
Lianyi did not leave and continued to wait here. Seeing that the hangover soup was ready, a boy hurried into the kitchen and said to Xiaoya:
"Miss Xiaoya, hurry up. Go and see, your young master is losing his temper and is looking for you!”
Xiaoya was startled when he heard this. He dropped the cattail leaf fan in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and ran out. This was the time Ripple was waiting for.
She turned over and jumped off the roof, climbed in through the back window of the kitchen, then took out a tube of transparent potion and poured it into the sobering soup. Then her ears twitched and she hid behind the water tank because it was night. , the chef has left, so the firelight is dim. If you don't look carefully where she is hiding, you can't see anyone at all.
The one who came back was Xiaoya. She whispered at this time:
"Huh! I won't be fooled if you want to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
Then she quickly Pour the sobering soup into a white soup cup, put it on a tray and take it away. Not long after she left, Dong Qinglian's maid entered the kitchen and went straight to the sobering soup. When she found that it was empty, she stamped her feet. He turned around and ran out of the kitchen. Ripples then calmly left the kitchen and returned to the inn as quickly as possible. On the way, she did not forget to ask Shi Jiu:
"Did Mr. Yao drink the sobering soup?"
"Drink it!"
Shijiu replied immediately.
“This operation of yours is really amazing. Mr. Yao will have a hard time in the future!”
"He is not a good person to begin with. I have been very lenient in not letting him stop."
"What you gave him was a genetically defective liquid produced by the interstellar. In three generations at most, he will be extinct."< br>
"You praise him too much. His body, drained by wine and sex, is not as strong as an interstellar person. I bet he won't last a generation."
While the two were communicating, she had already replied. He walked into the guest room, lay down on the paved floor, and fell asleep.
“I’ll pay attention.”
Apparently Shijiu decided to participate in this bet.
Early the next morning, the four members of Song Dachuan's family left the room, and then followed the bustling flow of people to the only temple in Wangshan Town. The more they walked, the more people there were. People on both sides of the road came to attend the temple fair. People who set up stalls did not have much entertainment in ancient times. Temple fairs were mass entertainment, so participation was still very high.
At this time, Huzi was already riding on Song Dachuan's neck, directing his father to go from stall to stall. However, Huzi was very sensible and would not buy one after another. At most, he would just look at it curiously. After satisfying my curiosity, I will go to the next one.
The more Huzi was like this, the more the family cared about him. They bought him a small wooden horse and a candy figure. The family happily went to Wangshan Temple, burned incense and worshiped him. Buddha, Huiniang fulfilled her wish, Huzi also kowtowed to Buddha, and the four of them returned to Zhangjiacun before the sun set.
In the following days, Mr. Yao's people were still jumping up and down looking for the letter and the jade pendant, while Lianyi continued to warm Huzi's body and do some easy work.
Autumn came in a blink of an eye, followed by the autumn harvest, but Mr. Yao found nothing and had to welcome Miss Dong Er's sedan chair and set off for Kyoto.
When Miss Dong Er left, there were sixty-four people carrying the dowry. People who came to see the excitement in Zhangjiacun came back and went to Song Dachuan's house to talk to Lianyi about the grand occasion. Apparently they felt sorry for her, so This way I lost an opportunity to go to Kyoto.
But no one in the Song family regretted it. In Zhang Huiniang's eyes, it was not a wealthy village, but a dragon's nest and a tiger's den. The peasants didn't have that much thought, so it was better to live an ordinary life.
Furthermore, the ointment their daughter bought from Pujitang was very effective, and the scars seemed to have become smaller than before. They had hope in their hearts and naturally had no other thoughts.
The autumn harvest has begun, and it is another busy day. Song Dachuan and his wife got up early and worked hard to collect all the wheat from the five acres of land. Then they dried, threshed, and ground the grain, and put the bags of grain into the warehouse. The feeling of having enough food at home makes the whole family happy.
"There are ripples this year, and we both feel much more relaxed. After a busy autumn harvest, I have gained a lot of weight instead of losing weight."
Song Dachuan was weaving bamboo baskets in the main room while doing needlework. Huiniang said.
"Lianyi was afraid that we would not be able to eat well while working, so she cut a lot of meat and cooked it for us in different ways. Every time she went to deliver food, the smell made the people harvesting wheat in the field next to them drool. "It's strange that we are not fat."
Hui Niang also said with a smile, her words were as proud as those of Yourong.
“Our daughter is good at cooking. If she practices it, she can make a living from it in the future. It is also a good skill.”
See you tomorrow, my dears! Fengling's birthday is tomorrow, I'll give you an update later!
(End of this chapter)