Chapter 1523: General Tiger Girl 7
The bird's nest mixed with white fungus is still sweet, but it's not so sweet that it's hard to swallow. I can't understand why the body owner likes it so sweet. Even if the house doesn't give her sweets for fear of bad teeth, she can't put sugar in other foods.
With the addition of white fungus, one bowl became two bowls. Fortunately, the bowl was not too big, so I drank it all.
After drinking, she still scraped it clean with her fingers. This bird's nest is so expensive, we can't waste it.
Seeing the way she put her fingers into her mouth to suck, Mrs. Zhao was angry and funny: "Why use your hands?"
She took out her clean fingers and said, "Lick it with your tongue, it looks ugly."
Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then burst into hearty laughter.
Nanny Li next to her also burst into laughter: "Miss, you are just trying to make Madam happy."
"That's right! This child is getting more and more sensible. He has grown up after all." Mrs. Zhao looked at it with a smile and couldn't close her mouth: "Don't do this anymore. Your hands can touch something to some extent, and they don't mind being dirty. When will you stop? Over your bird’s nest?”
Dongmei brought some water. Rich people were very particular about rinsing their mouths with water after eating. After all, this is ancient times, and if your teeth are decayed, you will be in trouble. Usually tea is used, but I was afraid that the owner who was taking Chinese medicine would drink it, so I brought warm water.
Mrs. Zhao waited for her to finish rinsing her mouth, and then said: "You can use chrysanthemum, otherwise if it doesn't taste good, she won't rinse well. Go to my room later to get some chrysanthemum."
"Yes, madam!" Dongmei responded obediently.
Mrs. Zhao really loves this little daughter. As for the water for mouthwash, I still pay attention to it, wishing that I could use all the good things.
Burning a fire pot in this winter will inevitably cause dryness and strong fire. It is good to drink some chrysanthemum tea to clear the fire. So Xining thanked him.
"Thank you for what?" Mrs. Zhao said to her, and to everyone: "You can take whatever you like in my room. If you don't like anything you need, just go to the warehouse and ask Butler Ding to open the warehouse. Except As for the old woman’s dowry, you can move it away if you choose it.”
"Old Madam" is what Mrs. Zhao calls her in private. Filial piety is the first priority in the country. She can't fall out in front of her face, but she often complains behind her back.
Mrs. Zhao sneered: "Let her keep it. If you are able, take her with you and bury her together."
After all, she is not her biological mother, but her aunt's mother, and the second master, whose legs have been disabled for many years, is still there, so the old lady seldom rewards them with anything. It is said that the general and his wife returned to the general's mansion at that time. When they met for the first time, the old lady gave them a pair of Lantian silk jade bracelets and said they were the ones she often wore. It was okay to reward servants for this kind of thing, but it was given as a meeting gift to the daughter-in-law. Even if Mrs. Zhao was not Mrs. Gaoming at that time, she was still the daughter of the prefect.
The wife who is really a concubine is from the countryside and has never seen any good things.
Mrs. Zhao still hates this incident. Whenever the old lady sends something, she will sarcastically say: "These are not bad, the courtesy is light and the affection is heavy. That's what the old lady likes at that time." The silk jade bracelet I gave her for the first time was only worth one or two silver at most, and she said she had worn it frequently before. I had never seen her wearing anything like this again, but it was the pair of Hetian jade bracelets and the jade bracelets that were full of water. Often seen.”
The old lady took this as an excuse and stopped sending it.
Mrs. Zhao said nonchalantly: "Anyway, the gift is not good, and it is given by the elders. It is not convenient to transfer it to the servants, so I can only press it at the bottom of the box. It takes up a lot of space to store it."
As the saying goes, nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory, and the old lady is one of the unsatisfactory things in Mrs. Zhao's life.
Xining thought for a while and then advised: "Since it is given to my mother, it belongs to my mother. Naturally, my mother has the final say on how to deal with it."
"That's true..." Mrs. Zhao thought thoughtfully and laughed suddenly: "In a few days, it will be the birthday of the second master's wife, and it is just the right time to give away the pair of silk bracelets."
"This is also appropriate." Nanny Li smiled. To transfer the "loved" thing given by the old lady to the second master's wife is to show that you value it.
Xining pursed her lips and smiled: "If you dig through the bottom of the box again, maybe you will have all the favors in the next two or three years."
Mrs. Zhao was teased and laughed again. Even the maid next to her couldn't help but lower her head and laugh. Some even burst out laughing, which was too much to hold back. "What are you so happy about?" A deep and deep voice came from outside the door.
The door curtain was raised, and a tall figure walked into the room.
"Master!" Mrs. Zhao stood up suddenly, and the small hand stove that was originally placed on her lap almost fell to the ground.
Although General Zhao is approaching fifty, his back is still straight and his beard and hair are dark. After entering the house, he began to untie the knot on his cloak.
Xining wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Mrs. Zhao who was going to General Zhao: "You still have to put on your shoes, so don't get up."
This foot is still on the foot stove, which is really inconvenient. Xining then sat down and shouted and said hello.
Mrs. Zhao walked up to the general and helped to put on the cloak: "I didn't say I would come back the day after tomorrow, why did I arrive today? I didn't say anything, so that the government could prepare."
"It's snowing in Yanguan, and the Tatars probably won't come, so I came back two days early." Taking off his cloak, General Zhao walked to the smoke cage and stretched out his hand to warm it.
"Is it snowing? Not even an ice shard has fallen here." Mrs. Zhao handed the black fox cloak she took off to her friend next to her, who took it out to dust it away.
Nanny Li went to get a cup of hot tea, brought it in and handed it to Mrs. Zhao.
Xining motioned to Dongmei to help her put on her shoes, moved her position, and sat on the chair next to her holding the stove. Before sitting down, a maid quickly placed a thick cushion on the chair to make the chair softer.
"The snow there is very heavy, the sky here is dark, and it will probably rain too." General Zhao put his hand in front of the fumigation cage, took the tea sent by Mrs. Zhao, and took a sip: "Last year "Chen tea?"
"Yes, in the past two years, everyone in the house has been taking medicine and cannot drink tea. I haven't gone in since the Qingming Festival this year, but it will be soon. After the New Year, I have to buy some." Mrs. Zhao went to get some. Hand stove, handed to General Zhao.
But General Zhao didn't answer: "You can use it, my hands are already warm." He took the tea and walked to the Arhat bed and sat down.
After looking at his little daughter sitting on a chair on one side, he frowned slightly: "Why is your face so white? Are you sick again?"
"Whatever is wrong, it's all the fault of Duke Rong's government!" Mrs. Zhao sat on the other side where Xi Ning originally sat.
Grandma Li raised her hand and made gestures to the left and right, and most of the maids and women walked out, leaving only the personal maids.
Mrs. Zhao was like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, and she told the whole story of the matter angrily.
General Zhao first drank tea and listened. The more he listened, the tighter his brows became. In the end, the hand holding the teacup tightened, and the teacup actually burst.
Mrs. Zhao was shocked: "Is your hand okay?"
"It's okay!" General Zhao threw the fragments in his hand on the table and picked up a hand towel to wipe his wet hands stained with tea leaves.
"It's okay." Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt distressed: "This was the same thing, but now it's no longer the same thing."
He turned to Aunt Li and said: "I will use the rest of this set to pour tea for the master from now on."
General Zhao...
(End of chapter)