"It's time to eat." The jailer placed two white flour steamed buns in bowls and a bowl of fried pork with bamboo shoots in front of Song Ziyu's cell door.
The other female prisoners munched on the black-faced steamed buns and stared jealously at the eye-catching white-faced steamed buns in front of Song Ziyu's prison door, as well as the drool-worthy fried pork with bamboo shoots.
This comparison between people is really annoying, like they can only eat black and hard black flour steamed buns, not even boiled vegetables, but this general's daughter not only eats white flour steamed buns, but also meat every meal
Eat. The most hateful thing is that this eldest lady still dislikes it and refuses to eat. Yesterday, this eldest lady didn't eat at all! She didn't eat, so the steamed buns and meat were always placed there, and they had to keep watching.
.This kind of thing that can only be watched but not eaten is undoubtedly the most tortured.
Song Ziyu, who looked haggard, raised her head. She looked at the steamed buns and vegetables that she had despised yesterday, and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
She felt that the food in the prison was dirty, so she didn't touch the food sent by the jailer yesterday. She had been hungry all day and all night, and she couldn't bear it anymore.
Saliva kept secreting in her mouth. She swallowed her saliva and wanted to get out of bed and bring the steamed buns and vegetables to eat.
She was about to get out of bed when she heard the female prisoner in the cell say: "Is she still planning not to eat?"
"I am a rich young lady, how can I eat food from this prison?"
Song Ziyu's foot that originally stretched out retracted back.
"She didn't eat yesterday. Isn't she afraid of being hungry?"
"Oh! You don't understand. I am a rich lady, and I think the food in this prison is dirty. She is very noble and has a lot of backbone. Even if I starve to death, I will not eat the food in the prison."
“You’re already in this prison, why do you still dislike it!”
"That's right, the world is huge, so food is the biggest thing. Her food looks clean, it should be the same as what the head catchers and the others in the yamen eat."
Wang Jiaoniang pursed her lips and sneered: "These wealthy ladies like to pretend to be noble."
Hearing what these female prisoners said, Song Ziyu swallowed hard and tightened her back molars. She couldn't eat this food, and she couldn't let these female prisoners look down on her.
She thought about it and simply lay down on the bed, facing the wall and pretending to sleep. As long as she couldn't see it, she wouldn't want to eat.
By the time it was afternoon, Song Ziyu couldn't hold on any longer. Not only was she dizzy with hunger, but her stomach hurt. She wanted to eat crazily, but the food had already been taken away by the female jailer.
"Miss......"
In a daze, she seemed to hear Tweet's voice. This was a prison. How could Tweet be here? She must have been dizzy from hunger. She bent her knees and hugged her belly tightly with her hands.
Her stomach and belly will feel better if she wears it.
"Miss." Cui'er, who was standing at the door of the cell, called again, with her back to her, the eldest lady lying on the bed covered with quilts.
It was really Tweety! Song Ziyu opened her eyes, looked sideways, and saw the jailer and Tweety standing at the door of the cell. Tweety was holding a food box in her hand.
"Tweedy." Song Ziyu, who was so hungry that she was weak, sat up with difficulty while holding on to the wall. It was really Tweetie. Tweetie came to see her and brought her food.
Cui'er felt a little uncomfortable when she saw that her young lady had been tortured after only two days in this prison. Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and she was extremely weak.
"Miss..." Her voice was a little more choked up, and her eyes were a little red.
"Sister, please open the cell door and let me go in and serve my young lady something to eat." Cui'er took out a piece of broken silver from her purse, held it in her hand and handed it to the jailer.
This is what Aunt Du taught her, saying that she should make the jailer in this prison bigger, so that the jailer would be more convenient and take more care of the young lady.
The jailer stretched out his hand to take it, tiptoed with his hand, and found that the weight was unclear, so he put the silver into his arms.
The jailer unlocked the cell, opened the cell door, and said to Cui'er, "Don't stay too long, I'll be back in half an hour."
"Thank you sister, thank you sister."
Cui'er thanked her repeatedly, and after the jailer left, she hurriedly carried her things into the cell.