Aunt Li hurriedly knelt down and said, "Master, I don't dare to neglect Miss Song. It's just that the third young master came to make milk tea and barbecue, and the kitchen was too busy, so he gave the girl two plates of pastries to cushion her first, which wasted some time.
I didn’t expect that the girl would… say it’s not enough!”
This sentence pulled Zhao Tingduo to his back, and Song Liyun didn't show any shame. He stretched out his finger and gestured: "A plate of five or six dim sums as big as your finger. The patterns are quite beautiful. Is it to be eaten before or after the meal?"
Aunt Li was at a loss for words. Those snacks were just for fun, and she was not full at all.
Zhao Tingduo looked very unhappy. He picked up a piece of crystal cloud with his chopsticks and put it into Song Liyun's bowl: "Ayun, you have a bad stomach. You are so hungry that you can't hold on.
From now on, take your own cook with you wherever you go, and bring more food with you. You can eat whatever you want, and don't treat yourself badly."
Of course she knows whether Song Liyun's stomach is good or not. She can eat and drink and is in good health.
But Zhao Tingduo feels bad at this time, so that’s not good.
Song Liyun nodded obediently, ate the cloud slices and then took the glutinous rice porridge that Song Dekui handed over with concern.
Zhao Tingduo did this without saving face for Aunt Li, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.
Lin Qingyuan and Song Dekui both looked at the dishes on the table, salivating over the white chicken nuggets in the center of the table, as if they didn't hear Zhao Tingduo's words.
Zhao Tingduo was also angry.
He had heard the beggar say before that the wives and concubines of the Wu Dynasty would fight each other whenever they had nothing to do. It was even more common for women to murder their children, and it could even leave their husbands with no children.
Zhao Tingduo still didn't completely believe it. He saw that his father and elder brother had maids and concubines, and he didn't hear any complaints from his father and elder brother about this.
I just thought that the beggar and my mother-in-law were deliberately trying to scare people to prevent me from getting involved with those women.
Unexpectedly, I had witnessed this scene with my own eyes. My eldest brother was not a womanizer, and he only had three or four wives in the backyard.
I don’t know how busy those men with wives and concubines are in their back houses.
Ayun was starved for no reason, which made her embarrassed in front of herself and several young masters.
If this woman were not Ayun, but someone else, she would have been ashamed from the beginning, and even her fiancé would have felt humiliated and scolded her.
How can a woman have such a bad heart? Aunt Li looks bright and beautiful, but she is also so sinister and plotting against others.
This kind of insult is not like men fighting on the battlefield, but it makes people sick and sullen and speechless.
It's just that this is a garrison mansion, and Aunt Li is the eldest brother's concubine, so it's not easy for his younger brother to have an attack.
Zhao Tingduo lowered his eyes to hide the disgust in his eyes. Fortunately, the Di tribe did not have concubines who were half master and half slave, only slaves and mistresses.
If the beggar was allowed to use the Di tribe's rules to deal with it, such a slave who dared to harm the mistress would have to be dragged to death by three horses.
Song Liyun glanced at Zhao Tingduo and saw that his eyes were cold and he was obviously angry, so he couldn't help but be secretly happy.
How can men know all the thoughts of women in the back house?
After all, men rarely get angry because of jealousy between their wives and concubines.
Being able to warm jade on the left and warm fragrance on the right, I might even be proud of the blessings of the people, so I don't want to waste too much time on it.
But it's different now. Zhao Tingduo is a bystander at this time, and he knows his own character, so he naturally sees the actions inside clearly.
Unexpectedly, what he wanted to see was Zhao Tingduo's attitude towards the two maids.
Aunt Li also volunteered to play an additional role in a house fight, which is really a good supporting role.
It's just that too many such dramas will waste everyone's face. She doesn't want to see the Zhao brothers turn against each other, so she said softly: "Forget it, the feng shui of this place is not good. Either sleeping is dangerous, or you will be hungry. There will be less of them in the future." Come on, you should also pay attention!"
Seeing Song Liyun's gentleness and thoughtfulness, Zhao Tingduo squeezed her hand and said with a smile: "I don't get hungry that easily."
The two started to get sticky again, making Lin Qingyuan and Song Dekui roll their eyes.
On the other side, Zhao Tinglei had already turned blue with anger and looked at Aunt Li bitterly.
When his wife was in Hecheng, the wives and concubines of his wife naturally did this kind of thing. They "accidentally" splashed some water in front of him to wet other people's clothes, and even their knees got red when they walked and fell, but nothing serious happened.
In Zhao Tinglei's eyes, this was a little trick played by the woman to attract his attention, so she would just grab something and coax him away.
Aunt Li had already been reprimanded for what happened the day before yesterday, and she was still trying to make Song Liyun look embarrassed in public.
She would be ashamed to be his concubine.
But things are different now. Song Liyun is the third brother's fiancée and just his sister-in-law. Being embarrassed is also a disgrace to both brothers.
What's more, besides Lin Qingyuan, the only other person sitting here is the uncle Song Dekui. It's too late to feel sorry for him, so how can he blame him?
Zhao Tinlei only felt that his face had been scratched alive, and the pain was burning, which was more uncomfortable than when he was injured on the battlefield.
But now it was unreasonable to reprimand a concubine in front of others. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said to Aunt Li in a deep voice: "Step back and let Jade Amber come over and wait on the third master to eat!"
Aunt Li didn't dare to argue any more, lowered her head, stood up and left the room.
Lin Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and spoke to Song Dekuila with a smile: "Brother Song, this dish is good. The chef of the Guard House must have come from the Imperial Kitchen. The taste is more authentic than the Drunken Eight Immortals of Pingyang House."
After saying that, he turned to look at Song Liyun: "Miss Song, your Tianxianglou is far behind. Although the barbecue is delicious, you will get angry if you eat too much."
Song Dekui smiled and said: "This is simple, I will also invite chefs from Beijing in the future."
In fact, he didn't say that Xiaoyun was already planning to sell pots at Tianxianglou.
In addition to mutton soup pots, there are also various small casseroles.
He tried it once at Tianxianglou. The pots were not big, and the soup was still churning when it was brought to the table.
The taste of each pot is different, some are braised, some are stewed, some are sour, some are spicy, some are sweet, and you are not afraid of the cold even in winter.
"Well, that's great! When you find a cook, I will definitely support you every day!" Lin Qingyuan said loudly and exaggeratedly.
With these two people making jokes, the atmosphere in the room became more relaxed.
No one needs to wait on you, you can eat and drink whenever you want.
Although Zhao Tinglei was a general, he was not a hypocritical person. He spent a lot of time eating and drinking with his subordinates when he was leading troops, so he didn't mind that Lin Qingyuan and Lin Qingyuan were chatting and eating.
It's just that... he was not used to seeing a woman sitting among a group of men, especially when he saw Zhao Tingduo peeling off Song Liyun's fish bones, which made him feel even more unhappy.
The status of women in the Di tribe is low, and the Wu Dynasty is not much better than the Di tribe. Men and women sit at separate tables, and women can only serve beside them.
Zhao Tinglei shook his head, Mrs. Wu Ya was the only one who was different. She did not abide by the rules on both sides, had a strong temper, and was not as gentle as a woman. She not only acted as the leader of the tribe, quarreled with her husband, but also suppressed her son to the point where he had no backbone.
But... Zhao Tinglei had to be convinced. Mrs. Wu Ya's unruly temperament was a fatal temptation for men.
For many years, when my father was angry, he always said that he wanted to break off with Mrs. Wuya, but soon he would find an opportunity to ease the relationship.
Even after returning to Beijing, I have to mention one more sentence in every letter home, saying that I must pay my respects to Mrs. Wu Ya!
Seeing how Zhao Tingduo is talking down to women like this before they are married, it will definitely be difficult for them to get married in the future.
I still have to let my third brother know what men's privileges are in the future.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Aunt Li coming in with two newly dressed women.