She felt that she didn't use much force, but she just knocked the person down, and the person struggled on the ground and couldn't get up.
"I...I'll help you."
Zhao Luoyang couldn't care about anything else, so she had to step forward and pull the man's arm, hoping to make him stand up with her strength. Of course, she was not helping wholeheartedly, and was a little wary.
The thumb of the other hand clasped the ring on the index finger tightly. As long as she pressed it lightly, a sharp blade would pop out. If this person was deliberately pretending but actually had malicious intentions, she would have to take action immediately.
It was because of this distraction that when she felt the force of the downward pull was too strong, she failed to react and took off her hand, causing her butt that had just left the ground to sit back on the ground again.
Zhao Luoyang looked down in surprise and saw the young man frowning and his eyes lowered. Although he couldn't see his gaze, he could guess that he was probably a little angry at this moment.
If someone does this over and over again... no one will be able to get angry.
In just this moment, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, his face was pale, and there was no blood on his pursed lips.
You can't pretend to be like this.
Zhao Luoyang moved his hand away from the ring knife.
This person must have been ill. It must have been difficult for him to get here. Suddenly he was pushed like this by her, and he couldn't stand firmly on his feet.
Feeling guilty, Zhao Luoyang stretched out his hand again, and the young man actually said: "Go and call someone else!"
It was the voice that seemed slightly familiar to her. It was the person in the carriage.
Zhao Luoyang wanted to help him up this time wholeheartedly: "Otherwise, try again." She could feel that she was about to succeed just now, as long as she put in more effort.
The kitchen floor was cold. She knocked someone down. If she let him sit here again... then she would be even more sorry.
The young man did not refuse.
"It'll be ready soon."
Zhao Luoyang put both hands on the young man's arms this time, and the two of them exerted force at the same time, and the young man stood up unsteadily.
However, she hesitated and used too much force, so she held on a little tight. Fortunately, in this situation, no one would think of anything else.
Fortunately, there was a man standing not far away, and Zhao Luoyang helped the young man go over and sit down.
"How are you?" Zhao Luoyang asked, "Did you bump into anything?"
Only now did Zhao Luoyang have the time to look at him carefully. For a man, this man seemed to be too good-looking, with two heroic eyebrows and clear eyes that seemed to reflect her shadow.
Under the straight bridge of the nose, the lips are neither thin nor thick. When pursed, the corners of the lips are slightly raised, but there is no hint of a smile.
It can be seen that he usually has a serious character, and the expression on his face is solemn and solemn beyond his years.
If he were a little more relaxed, he would look like a wealthy young man from some family.
The warm firelight in the stove reflected on the young man's body. Zhao Luoyang glanced at it and happened to see a shallow scar on the back of the young man's hand.
She couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The scar was really not very obvious, but that place suddenly reminded her of the little mute.
When she was a child, she and the little mute often squatted in front of the stove pit, helping her nurse to light the fire and waiting for the cooked wild vegetable cakes.
The two of them held hands, as if they were afraid that one would leave the other. When her mother baked the first piece of wild vegetable cake, she would share it with them. She would blow on the hot cake while putting it into her mouth.
The two of them were eating and laughing.
That’s when the wild vegetable pancakes taste the most delicious.
It's been a long time since this happened, and the little mute didn't know if he had forgotten her.
"Master's house."
A voice came, and the cook quickly walked into the kitchen: "Why are you here?"
When the cook yelled like this, Zhao Luoyang's guess was confirmed. This was indeed the prince of the Wang family.
Wang Huai told them not to disturb the inner courtyard, but unexpectedly the prince came out on his own.
Zhao Luoyang quietly moved two steps to the side, further away from the young man. Rich families had many rules, so she was used to being casual at home. In the eyes of others, it seemed a little inappropriate.
Xiao Yu kept looking at the stove fire, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he looked away and said, "I was feeling bored in the house. I went for a walk and felt a little cold, so I came here."
He was a bit cold, mainly because it was too quiet around him.
Zhao Luoyang understood it, no wonder the Wang family's young master was in the kitchen. It turned out that he wanted to come in to warm himself by the fire, but he happened to meet her.
"This," the cook just wanted to persuade the master to go back and rest, but she saw the dirt on the master's robe, "this is on you..."
Zhao Luoyang was about to explain to the cook when the young man spoke first: "I just lost my footing and fell. Thanks to this girl's help, I was able to get up."
Naturally, the cook did not doubt his presence and saluted Zhao Luoyang with a smile: "Thank you so much, Miss Zhao."
Zhao Luoyang didn't know whether she should explain or not. When she looked at the young man, he seemed to nodded slightly.
The cook said: "Then I will take you back now."
"No need," Xiao Yu said calmly, "I'll warm myself by the fire here. Wang Huai will come find me later."
The cook had no choice but to agree: "The kitchen is dirty and choked. Please bear with me. If you feel uncomfortable, just call the slave."
Xiao Yu stopped talking, and the cook said: "Then the servant has gone to work."
Zhao Luoyang also saluted "Prince Gongzi" and chased the cook away.
The two of them walked out of the kitchen, and the cook whispered: "Our master doesn't like to talk much, don't mind, miss." She is also an old man in the palace, and has been following Mother Chen to serve the master. This time the master is getting better, she feels in her heart
Not to mention how happy I am.
Her master was good at everything, but he was too indifferent to others. Mother Chen had previously told her to take good care of the Zhao girl. She didn’t know the reason, and she didn’t ask deeply. How could she have thought that the master could meet with the Zhao girl...
Being interrupted like this, the cook almost forgot what she was supposed to do.
"Let me help you!" Zhao Luoyang didn't touch the food on the clay stove. Rich families usually couldn't trust others. It was better for her to do less, but she could help clean up the unused debris.
The cook thanked her in a low voice: "You are such a kind-hearted girl. I really wanted to thank you just now."
Zhao Luoyang said: "Actually, I accidentally hit Mr. Wang."
"Ah!" The cook didn't expect it, but she quickly smiled and said, "My master said no, so it means no, so don't take it to heart."
The people in this village are quite nice.
Zhao Luoyang's temper was like this. The better others treated her, the more she felt sorry for her. Thinking back to the collision just now, she felt that she had used too much force.
"My pancakes don't seem to be baked very well." The cook came out of the kitchen and couldn't help but sigh.
The cook broke off a piece and put it in her mouth, then handed it to Zhao Luoyang: "Girl, help me try it too."
Zhao Luoyang said: "It tastes good to me. It's a bit like my grandma's, but we don't use such good noodles, and the wild vegetables are pretty much the same."
The cake was soft and fragrant. It was really good. However, Zhao Luoyang was a little surprised. Why would such a wealthy family make wild vegetable cakes?
The cook said: "Master likes to eat wild vegetable cakes like this, and he will ask me to make them from time to time."
Xiao Yu couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard the voices outside the kitchen.
After a while, gentle footsteps sounded, and Zhao Luoyang walked outside the kitchen: "Master Wang, how are you?"
She came to talk to him.
Xiao Yu said: "It's okay, don't take it to heart."
"I'm really sorry for you," Zhao Luoyang said, "I should have thanked you for letting us find such a job and earn a lot of money, but I didn't expect..."
Xiao Yu said: "Thank you if you want!"
Before Zhao Luoyang finished speaking, she suddenly heard Prince Wang say this, and she was stunned for a moment.
Xiao Yu didn't hear Zhao Luoyang's response: "You don't want to thank me anymore?"
"No," Zhao Luoyang said, "Of course I think so."
But it seems that shouldn't be the case.
"Then let your grandma make some wild vegetable cakes for me," Xiao Yu said, "That's the kind you want to eat at home."
It seems that her conversation with the cook was overheard by Young Master Wang. This does not seem to be a difficult thing to do, but is he sure he wants to eat?
Xiao Yu said: "Just bring it over tomorrow."
Zhao Luoyang had no choice but to agree that this was Wangjiazhuangzi. She had spoken out her words again and couldn't just take them back.
After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he shouted: "Wang...huai."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Luoyang saw a figure walking over, it was indeed Wang Huai.
Wang Huai smiled at Zhao Luoyang and immediately walked in. After a while, he helped Xiao Yu out.
Zhao Luoyang looked around and saw that the master and servant were walking very slowly. The young master of the Wang family seemed to have little strength. He didn't know what kind of disease the young master had.
It was not until dark that Zhao Xueli and Zhao Luoyang left with sixteen families.
Today's harvest is not small. Wangjiazhuangzi gives out silver coins every day. Everyone is holding the warm copper coins in their pockets, and they feel extremely happy.
"It's just starching and washing clothes, just like working at home. I earned dozens of pennies. The owner of Zhuangzi is also very kind and gives us food."
"I know you are doing work for us, but I don't know you should think of it as repaying a favor."
Everyone talked quietly.
Zhao Luoyang touched the back of his hand. The scar looked similar to that of the little mute back then, but the little mute's was more serious, but it must have faded over the years.
I wonder if Mr. Wang has any injuries on his head...
No, what is she thinking? The little mute is a girl. Although Prince Wang is very handsome, he is a man!