"Tsk tsk, this young lady from the General's Mansion is different. She even has a maid to take care of her in prison!"
"that is."
"No wonder she doesn't eat the food in prison! It turns out that she is waiting for the maid at home to serve her!"
The female prisoners looked at Song Ziyu sitting on the bed, feeling sour and jealous.
"Sister Hong gave them half an hour! Last time my mother came to visit the prison, she only stood at the door of the cell for a quarter of an hour before Sister Hong came to chase me away."
"Who told you that you are not the young lady of the General's Mansion!"
"Why didn't your mother give Sister Hong money?"
"That's right, I guess that maid gave Sister Hong several taels of silver!"
"Hey! It's great to have money."
Wang Jiaoniang also sighed and echoed: "Yes!
It’s great to have money. If I had money, I wouldn’t be in this prison.”
Many female prisoners lowered their heads in silence when they heard what she said. Why didn't they do the same?
If they had money, they would not commit crimes and end up in this prison.
"Miss, you have suffered."
Cui'er sat on the bed and looked at the pale and haggard young lady and said.
"What did you bring?"
Song Ziyu stared at the food box and swallowed his saliva.
"My slave brought some food to the young lady."
With that said, Cui'er opened the food boxes. There was no table, so she placed the food boxes on the bed layer by layer.
She brought the eldest lady’s favorite snacks, several of her favorite dishes, and a pot of tea.
Song Ziyu didn't wait for Cui'er to get her chopsticks, so she picked up a piece of hibiscus cake with her hands that hadn't been washed for two days and ate it hungrily.
Cui'er was taking out the chopsticks to hand them to the eldest lady, but she saw that she was already devouring the food without any image at all.
The eldest lady cares about image the most. She has never eaten like this before. It seems that the eldest lady is really hungry.
"Well..." Song Ziyu ate too fast and choked on the snack. She blushed and said to Cui'er: "Water, water..." "Miss, water."
Cui'er hurriedly picked up the teapot. After picking it up, she suddenly realized that she didn't bring a teacup.
But Song Ziyu couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the teapot directly and poured several large sips into the spout of the teapot.
After these big mouthfuls of tea, I choked on Song Ziyu's pastry, and then she swallowed it.
"Huh..." Song Ziyu breathed out and instantly felt more comfortable.
She put down the teapot, took the chopsticks from Cui'er's hand, and continued to eat.
She ate all the dishes that Cui'er brought, leaving only two plates of snacks and half a pot of tea.
After eating and drinking enough, Song Ziyu touched his round belly and wiped his mouth with the handkerchief Cui'er handed him.
Cui Er put the remaining pastries back into the food box and placed the food box at the foot of the bed.
"You can eat the remaining cakes and tea if you are hungry in the evening. I will bring you food at noon tomorrow."
Song Ziyu looked at Cui'er and asked, "But my parents asked you to bring food?"
They should have asked Cui'er to deliver it earlier, and she wouldn't have been hungry for so long.
Cui'er hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said: "The general and his wife didn't ask for it. Aunt Du said that Miss Yi would definitely not eat food from the prison, so the slave took it upon herself to prepare some food in the kitchen.
I sent it to the lady."
"Mother Du really understands the young lady. The young lady really hasn't eaten anything in prison."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu's expression changed.
This food was not sent to us by our parents at all, but sent by us on our own initiative.
Do your parents care about her?
She had been detained for two days, and not only had they not visited her, they had not even thought of bringing her food.