"Miss, it's time for dinner! The Prime Minister has already invited someone to invite you. Do you plan to go there, or have dinner by yourself?"
Xing'er is Duan Qingyao's confidant after all. Even if Duan Qingyao doesn't tell her, she can still see through the young lady's thoughts.
"Just use it here!"
In front of Xing'er, there is no need for him to be secretive.
Looking at Prime Minister Duan and Mrs. Duan, and maybe Duan Hongyan, to be honest, she has no appetite at all.
"Slave, please go to the kitchen and see if there is anything the lady likes to eat!"
Xing'er took the order and walked towards the kitchen with ease.
She didn't know how many times she had walked this road.
When I set foot on this road again, Myolie felt filled with emotions.
Some memories that I thought I had long forgotten came flooding back to me like a tide.
She vaguely remembered that once, Qingyang fell ill and couldn't eat anything. Geili website m.
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Qingyao asked her to go to the kitchen and see if there was no chicken soup.
So, she came to the kitchen.
There was a chicken stewed on the small stove in the kitchen, and she could smell the aroma of chicken soup from a distance.
But when she explained the purpose of her visit to the fat aunt in the kitchen, the fat aunt gave her a cold look and said nonchalantly: "There is chicken soup, but this chicken soup is stewed for Madam! Not for Mrs.
Your young master cooked it!"
At that time, she begged so hard that she had to kneel down to the fat aunt. She remembered her saying: "Master Qingyang is also the master of the house. Now he has been ill in bed for several days and has not eaten a grain of rice. If he doesn't eat more,
Nutritious things may really be lifeless!"
"If you lose your life, you will lose your life! It's not my fault, it's his life! Anyway, what the lady is carrying in her belly is the legitimate eldest young master!"
The fat aunt didn't take her words to heart at all. When she saw her staying in the kitchen and refused to leave, she even poured boiling water on her, just to scare her away.
She couldn't dodge, and a big blister was burned on her hand, which still has faint marks to this day.
Myolie, who was lost in memories, came to the kitchen door unknowingly.
"Isn't this Miss Xing'er? She's really transformed into a woman. She's becoming more and more beautiful. She really looks like a lady!"
"I've told you before, our girl Xing'er is a lucky person!"
When the servants in the kitchen saw Xing'er coming, they praised Xing'er so much that she was overwhelmed with praise.
But Xing'er knew very well that they didn't say that in the past.
It doesn't matter what they say or think, anyway, she is not from the Duan family now.
The reason why she came here was just to give the lady dinner.
"My young lady would like to eat something light."
The fat auntie who looked like a human spirit immediately came forward and enthusiastically asked for credit: "I remember exactly what Princess An likes to eat, so I'll bring it to you!"
As if she had been prepared, the fat lady magically brought out a portion of pork ribs with juicy sauce, a portion of garlic chicken feet, a can of pig's trotter soup, a plate of mung bean cake, and a pot of green vegetables.
Xing'er murmured in her heart, this fat aunt really knows how to read the plate and order the food. No wonder she made Mrs. Duan so happy. She gave all the fat jobs in the kitchen to her.
"If the princess wants to eat anything else, just ask, there is everything in the kitchen!"
The fat aunt looked attentive.
"Do you know what my young lady wants most?"
Originally, Xing'er didn't intend to bring up the past, but she just couldn't stand the fat aunt's flattering face.
Has she forgotten everything about the past?
You actually have the nerve to come and climb the branches?
"What is it? Just say it, Miss Xing'er, even if I don't have it in the house, I can still send someone out to buy it!"
The fat aunt blinked with starry eyes and looked eager.
It seems that if you can do something for Princess An, no matter what you do, it is a supreme honor.
"It's easy to say, but it's just a bowl of chicken soup from back then, okay?"
Chicken soup is simple, but that bowl of chicken soup back then was not that easy.
When she went back with red eyes, Duan Qingyao guessed the attitude of the kitchen.
But my brother is bedridden. If he doesn't eat anything, he will really die!
The young lady promised her mother that she would take good care of her brother.
Therefore, for that sip of chicken soup, the lady had no choice but to ask to see Prime Minister Duan.
But Prime Minister Duan leaves early and comes home late. How easy is it to meet him?
What's more, there is Mrs. Duan standing in the middle!
As a last resort, she knelt in Mrs. Duan's yard all night and was rained all night before Mrs. Duan rewarded the lady with the remaining half of the pot of chicken soup.
This matter, until now, Qingyang is still kept in the dark.
The lady didn't let her say it, but that didn't mean she had forgotten.
She will never forget this matter until her death!
As expected, the corners of the fat aunt's mouth twitched when the old things were brought up again, and her face looked a little ugly.
"I'm just a servant, and I only obey the orders from my superiors. Please give Miss Xing'er a nice word for me!"
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice. The fat aunt felt a gust of cold wind blowing by, and she got goosebumps all over her body.
"People are doing it, but God is watching. Auntie, why don't you pray for more blessings for yourself in front of the gods! I really can't help you with this!"
Although it is not a glorious thing to add insult to injury, some people just need to be taught a lesson.
If the young lady wants to deal with her, not only will she not say anything nice for her, on the contrary, she will just step on her hard.
Xing'er gave her a meaningful look and slowly stretched out her hand to take the food box from the fat aunt's hand.
I don’t know whether it was intentional or not, but Myolie’s sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing the scars left by the burns on the back of her hands.
Naturally, the fat aunt saw it. Her originally ugly face turned pale into a piece of paper when she saw the scar.
"What's wrong, aunt? Why does your face look so ugly?"
Myolie asked knowingly.
"Nothing, nothing!"
How dare the fat aunt say that she has done too many bad things and is really afraid of retribution.
Among the servants in the kitchen, who has not been bullied by the fat aunt?
Now that I see her looking so embarrassed, although they all pretend to be busy, they are smiling at each other behind their backs.
"Miss, this slave is back!"
Xing'er laid out the meals one by one. When she saw her favorite side dishes, Duan Qingyao raised her chopsticks.
"etc!"
As soon as Duan Qingyao's chopsticks fell, Xing'er stopped him anxiously.
"Be careful with the Wannian Ship!"
Xing'er took out a silver needle and tried each dish. She felt relieved when she saw that the silver needle was still as clean as new.
"Don't worry, Prime Minister Duan won't do anything to me now, no matter how ruthless he is at times! After all, he still expects me to rise to the top!"