Song Qiu was busy. The dishes on the girl's side were almost ready, but there were still many dishes waiting to be served on the officer's side.
There was a lot of noise going on in the pot, and she didn't even hear the loud sound of mosquitoes behind her.
Al-Ling was just serving food when he saw a girl blocking the door and couldn't help but ask her if she needed anything.
Song Qiu heard A Ling's loud voice and turned around to see Zhang Xinghua.
Except for seeing her during the New Year, the last time she saw her was when she came back before she went to the county town to learn the rules as a show girl.
Now that several months have passed, Zhang Xinghua, who is dressed in pink and has a peach-like face, looks even more attractive and hard to take away.
Well, with such a appearance and figure, she is indeed worthy of being a woman in the palace.
There were so many flowers and flowers just now, but she didn't catch a glimpse of Zhang Xinghua. Of those beautiful girls, which one was not good-looking?
If you don't compare with appearance, then you can only compare with brains.
I wonder if Zhang Xinghua’s brain can withstand the polishing inside the palace?
However, this is nothing for her to worry about.
When Song Qiu came back to her senses, Zhang Xinghua said something again. Only then did she hear clearly what she said. She smiled and said, "It turns out to be Sister Xinghua. There were so many people there just now. I didn't even see you. You are a beautiful girl."
Are you about to go to Beijing? I heard Uncle Digua said last time that it should be in the next few days."
Zhang Xinghua was choked by the oil smoke and took two steps back, but she resisted turning around and left. The arrogance on her face was clearly revealed, not hidden at all.
"I'm going to Beijing. I'm afraid I won't come back when I go to Beijing this time. My cousin can't get a chance to be on the stage. I have to work for you, Sister Aqiu. I hope that Sister Aqiu will take care of me.
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Hearing this, Song Qiu was still smiling, but the smile was a little more indifferent, "Lihua and I grew up together. How to get along with her? I don't have to worry about Sister Xinghua. Sister Xinghua
If you go to Beijing alone, you should worry about your future."
Don’t know what’s good and what’s good!
Zhang Xinghua cursed in her heart, "It's all, they are all little village girls who can't stand up to the public. This is how they will be for the rest of their lives. Marrying a village man and being a village woman for the rest of your life, walking around the stove every day, is how you make a living."
She is different. She wants to be the emperor's woman. She is the most noble person in the world and no one can compare with her.
Well, she doesn't have to be as knowledgeable as a little village girl.
Looking at her cousin who was making a fire and Song Qiu with a shiny face, Zhang Xinghua felt even more superior.
He smiled gracefully, glanced at the two of them proudly, turned around and went out.
This oily and dirty place had a strong smell. If she stayed there for a moment longer, she would feel that the smell was all over her body, which lowered her status.
Seeing that the person didn't even look back, Zhang Lihua popped up from the stove, stuck out her tongue at Song Qiu, and made a face, "Look at how proud she is, her tail is floating in the sky."
Song Qiu looked amused, and while looking at the pot, he said: "Shouldn't you be proud? Once you enter the palace, you are either rich or noble. We country girls cannot envy you."
Zhang Lihua shook her head, "I'm still happy to be a country girl, how good is it? People in the palace can eat people without spitting out their bones. Can't we from the countryside still be able to chew the bones?"
These officials had the heavy responsibility of escorting the beautiful women, so they did not dare to be careless. They ate the good meal without leaving any extra points, and set off immediately.
Looking at the group of people leaving in a grand manner, Song Qiu turned his eyes and saw a pair of eyes on one of the carriages that lifted the curtain and looked back.
In those eyes, there was no nostalgia, no confusion, only pride and excitement about embarking on the journey of becoming a master.
I wish you a good future.
Song Qiu said something silently.
Although I don't like Zhang Xinghua's temperament, she can be both prosperous and destructive. It's okay for this girl to live peacefully in the palace. If she does anything to harm others or herself, then the Zhang family will not be able to get good things.
The imperial court was furious, because at least the three clans were implicated.
But with Zhang Xinghua's temperament, she went to a small place. When she entered the palace, she would be intimidated by the splendor of the palace and would not dare to be such a proud person.
Song Qiu just thought about the worst possibility. She thought that with Zhang Xinghua's brain, she probably couldn't do anything wrong.
But Song Qiu didn't expect that this apricot flower could be made, and that her prophecy would come true in the near future.
But that’s all for another day.
Now that the guests have cleared out and there are eight tables waiting to be cleared, Song Qiu can't think of anything else but clear them up quickly.
Du Chuanfu and Yang Dalian also came to collect them, and several people collected the tables, washed dishes, chopsticks, and swept the floor. They all worked for a while before they were able to work properly.
After finishing her work, Song Qiu was very tired. She didn't want to bother cooking any more. Seeing that there were still some steamed buns left, she heated up the meat sauce she was frying in the tea shed for making meat sauce noodles and wrapped them in the steamed buns.
When making Roujiamo, three or five Dianba Dababa is enough for one person.
Thinking that her milk was in the workshop and she didn't have to eat it yet, Song Qiu packed the steamed buns and headed back to the village while eating.
When we arrived at the workshop, everyone had gone home and had lunch, and then came over one after another and got busy again.
Old Yuan met Song Qiu and saw that she was still eating steamed buns, so he asked: "Are you busy today? Can you handle it?"
Song Qiu handed over the steamed buns and responded, "I'm a little busy. I just sent away a large number of guests, and I just finished packing. I didn't cook anymore, so I only ate two steamed buns per person. I'll make dinner later."
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Old Yuan took the steamed buns, but put them away without eating, and said, "I've eaten, and it was just after one o'clock. I saw that you didn't come. I guess I was busy at noon today, so your Aunt Manju brought me some food to eat together."
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The Zhou family is opposite, and Lanhua is cooking at home. Manju went back to have dinner at noon. Seeing that she was still in the workshop, he brought her a bowl of rice.
Song Qiu listened and nodded.
Thinking that the inn was busy, it would be hard to wait for her milk to be sent back to them every day after they had eaten together. In addition, the sweet potatoes would be busy for a month, and then there would be other things to do.
That's more than a month.
It would be troublesome for everyone to go back to eat every day. After all, each family's meals are different, some are late and some are early. This way, it only takes less than an hour and delays the workshop work.
Song Qiu thought, it would be cheaper to just pack a meal with lunch.
For those who work long-term jobs in the town, their owners are generally generous and provide lunch. She originally thought that it would be troublesome to hire someone to cook, so she planned to subsidize the lunch meal to everyone when she paid her wages later.
For now, I think it's better to pack the rice, as it will be convenient for her to eat with milk.
Thinking like this, Song Qiu's eyes fell on the Zhang family's yard next to him.
The Zhang family mainly makes a living by raising rabbits. There are about ten people in the family, and life is more difficult than that of his brother, Old Man Zhang.
After all, Mr. Zhang is just an old couple. If his son comes back with money, there is no shortage of money to spend.
Uncle Zhang, there are grandchildren waiting to talk to him.
He has two sons. The eldest son is good at raising rabbits. The old woman and her two daughters-in-law are also good at cleaning the vegetable garden and hunting rabbits. The second son, Zhang Daquan, is working in the workshop this time.
Song Qiu thought and walked towards Zhang's house.
Mrs. Zhang and her two daughters-in-law are busy in the vegetable garden. They grow a lot of vegetables and they grow them well. Those who eat less rice and more vegetables every meal are still full.
Only when the food is cooked at home can we eat it without wasting money.