The trouble caused by Cheng Jiaoniang's return has been temporarily solved.
Mr. Cheng spent a few days to gently resolve the trouble caused by those ridiculous old friends, and Mrs. Cheng did not have to worry about this hot "daughter" for the time being.
Cheng Liuniang and Cheng Qiniang don't have to worry about their names being changed and that fool being locked up. They don't have to worry about being scared.
Mrs. Cheng doesn't have to worry about the birth date of her second wife, her family is harmonious, and her daughter's noise is no longer in her ears.
The days seem to be back to the past, calm and peaceful.
Banqin and Cheng Jiaoniang are living a good life, they don't have to live around and worry, they have plenty to eat and drink, and they have their own small kitchen, so they no longer have to worry about their wife being picky eaters.
"Madam, madam, is this okay?"
Banqin's shout came from outside.
Cheng Jiaoniang closed her eyes for a few seconds, not knowing whether she was asleep or awake.
Banqin shouted and came to the door, holding up a piece of dough in her hand, which was buttery.
Cheng Jiaoniang opened her eyes and looked.
"Add another spoonful of honey," she said, "and then you can press the dough."
Banqin responded happily.
"Ah..." She was about to run away and then turned around, "Madam, use chopsticks to spread it open and then..."
Cheng Jiaoniang stood up from the desk, stretched out two fingers from left to right, and made several movements in the air.
Her movements were slow, and Banqin could see them in great detail.
"I know." She said, turned around and hurriedly ran into the small kitchen.
Cheng Jiaoniang pursed her lips, then smiled slightly, and continued to lean on the table.
"Madam, what is this called? It's so beautiful. I really made it." Banqin said happily and surprised.
The golden fried food is like a warp stretched into a fan shape and placed on a low table, which is a feast for the eyes.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at it and reached out to pick up one, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly. It was sweet and crispy and melted in her mouth.
"I, don't know." She said slowly.
"It's really amazing that the lady can think of such a method." Banqin also broke off a small stick and ate it, and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang was silent for a moment.
This was not something she thought of, but something that existed in her memory.
"It's just a trail," she said.
She only took a few bites and stopped eating. Banqin gave her some water.
"But, madam, do you really not want tea?" she asked.
"Don't drink that kind of tea." Cheng Jiaoniang said, picking up the water and drinking it slowly.
Banqin stuck out his tongue.
"What kind of tea does the lady like?" she asked helplessly.
Cheng Jiaoniang slowly drank the water and put down the water glass.
Her memory has not been restored. Apart from remembering her own reaction, she tried to explore it on her own but could not get anything.
For example, sometimes when I see pasta, my brain will automatically think of how to make it, but sometimes there will be no reaction at all. For example, I can't get used to eating tea, except that my brain refuses to eat it. As for what kind of food I want to eat, there is no reaction at all.
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She seems to be her, but she can't control herself. It's really helpless.
"I don't know." she said.
This was in response to Banqin's question. At that time, Banqin had already moved her short hat away. She was used to the lady answering slowly.
"Madam, it's time to take a nap," she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang hummed, held her hand and stood up, crossed the bamboo curtain and walked towards the bed.
The room soon fell silent.
A maid outside looked in, and saw through the bamboo curtain that the woman on the bed inside was sleeping soundly, and the girls were sleeping soundly under the bed. Then she looked at the table in the middle hall, where a plate of golden and fragrant food was placed. The silk threads were intertwined and superimposed. I don’t know how it was made.
of.
The servant girl's eyes couldn't help but light up, she came in carefully on tiptoes, reached out and pinched a small piece and put it in her mouth, her expression of admiration became even stronger.
There was soft snoring coming from the house together with the summer wind.
"As expected, a fool only knows how to eat and sleep." She whispered, curling her lips, "Eating is a waste of time."
She looked inside a few times, thought for a moment, picked up the food and the plate and turned around to go out.
This courtyard was divided into two people, one myself, and a little girl who was a helper.
The little girl goes out to play every day, but now there is no sign of her.
The servant woman brought the food and looked around to see the door.
The sun was rising, the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were wilted, and the chirping of the cicadas in the forest was weak. It was midday break, and the garden was silent.
The servant woman hurriedly walked out carrying the plate, passed through the garden, exited the corner gate, and walked through an alley to reach her home.
"Hello."
A girl's shout suddenly came from above.
The servant girl paused and looked around in a panic.
"Here." The female voice shouted.
The servant girl raised her head and saw three girls standing in the small pavilion on the rockery.
"Sixth Lady, Seventh Lady, Fifth Lady." The maid hurriedly bowed down and saluted.
Wu Niang was the oldest, but ranked last. It was not that the servant girl was confused, but that this was the distinction between direct concubine and concubine.
"You old man, what are you doing so sneakily?" Cheng Qiniang said.
Cheng Liuniang's sharp eyes saw the plate held in the servant's hand, and hurriedly pulled Cheng Qiniang's sleeve and pointed at it.
"What did you get? You stole kilometers to subsidize yourself!" Cheng Liuniang said.
She is now twelve years old, and when she is old enough to talk about marriage, she has also begun to follow her mother's stewardship and learn how to manage the house, knowing that these servants are the most sneaky.
After being charged with this crime, he would be beaten out in the lightest case, and sent to the government in the serious case. The servant girl was so frightened that she knelt down.
"Sixth Madam, I will never dare to do this. This is the leftover food that I have eaten and I want to throw it away. I saw that the good pasta was wasted, so I wanted to take it home to feed my grandson. It was not stolen.
"She kowtowed and said.
Cheng Qiniang said "oh" and then realized that this old slave was from Cheng Jiaoniang's place. Because she was disgusted with that fool, she became impatient even when she saw him.
"It belongs to that fool, don't worry about it." She pulled Liu Niang's sleeve and said.
Wu Niang next to her pursed her lips and smiled, then shook her head.
As expected, these maids are really cunning and blaming fools. No matter what they say, they are always reasonable and they are not afraid of confrontation.
When Cheng Liu Niang heard that she was a fool, she wanted to throw it away in disgust, but her eyes fell on the golden plate of food and she couldn't move away.
She suddenly remembered the fragrance she smelled when she opened the window at Fool's place that day.
"Hey, bring that over here," she said, pointing to the plate.
The maid didn't dare to be negligent. At this time, she no longer expected to take the things home. It would be better if the three young ladies stopped pursuing them and held them up respectfully.
"What do you want this for?" Cheng Qiniang covered her nose and said with a bit of disdain, "Don't get stupid."
Cheng Wuniang took the initiative to take the plate handed to her by the maid, and held it up to Cheng Liuniang with a smile.
"Sister, what do you want to do with this?" she asked.
"Let's go feed the fish." Cheng Liuniang rolled her eyes and said.
"If you eat fish, you will become stupid!" Cheng Qiniang shouted.
"Isn't it better to be stupid? It will be easy for us to fish." Cheng Liuniang smiled, picked up her skirt and went to the lotus pond.
Cheng Qiniang pouted.
"Then I won't play with you anymore." She shouted pretending to be threatening.
Cheng Liu Niang was not afraid of her and urged Cheng Wuniang to hurry up.
Cheng Wuniang smiled and pulled Cheng Qiniang.
"You won't become stupid if you eat a fool's food. Besides, it's not hers, it's our family's." She said with a smile.
Cheng Qiniang just said "Oh" and followed him half-pushed.
The maid took the opportunity and ran away quickly.
With a gentle kneading, the crispy pasta spreads on the water, and soon it attracts fat fish under the lotus leaves to eat.
"What is this? Why haven't you seen it every day?" Cheng Liu Niang said. After feeding the fish for a while, she couldn't bear the aroma of the thing in her hand and looked at it again and again.
"I don't know, I haven't seen it either," Cheng Wuniang said.
"The food for that fool is naturally different from what we eat." Cheng Qiniang said, covering her nose and standing a few steps away.
Cheng Qiniang's eyes rolled again and again, she reached out and picked one up and put it into her mouth, which made Cheng Qiniang scream out in fright.
"Ah." Cheng Liu Niang shouted immediately.
Cheng Wuniang had some idea. She heard that the fool's place had a separate small kitchen, but there was no cook, only a rough maid and a rough little girl. What kind of food could such a servant girl and girl make, but the fool also
There is no need for delicious food. For a fool, eating is just to satisfy his hunger.
I have never seen this kind of food before. It is not something they often eat. It must have been cooked alone in that fool's small kitchen. It is surprising that it is delicious.
But the next moment Cheng Liu Niang didn't spit it out as she expected. Instead, she reached out and grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth.
"It's delicious!" she said vaguely.
Cheng Qiniang and Cheng Wuniang opened their eyes wide, looking at Cheng Liuniang who had lost her ladylike demeanor.
"Liu Niang has become a fool!" Cheng Qiniang shouted, holding up her skirt and ran away.
Mrs. Cheng's ears, which had only been quiet for three days, were buzzing again from her daughter's noise.
This old girl originally wanted to stay for a few more years, but it seemed that it would be better for her to get married sooner.
"Mom, mother, I want to eat this, I want to eat this too." Cheng Liu Niang said, kneeling on the mat and shaking her mother's arm.
There was a plate of food on the low table in front of him, which was broken a little loosely.
"Liu Niang, you are twelve years old, how can you be so greedy?" Mrs. Cheng said with a frown.
"Mother, I don't want to listen to this. You are partial. You prepared delicious food for that fool and refused to let me eat it." Cheng Liu Niang pouted and said, "You still want her to be the sixth mother and me to be the seventh mother!"
Mrs. Cheng has a headache.
"Why is it so delicious?" She stretched out her hand, pinched a piece and put it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up slightly and she nodded, "Yeah, not bad."
Seeing that her mother said yes, Cheng Liu Niang became even more confident, and Mrs. Cheng couldn't bear the quarrel.
"Go and ask the cook what he cooked." She had to say.
Not long after, the maid on Cheng Jiaoniang's side knelt down outside the hall in fear.
Such a rude servant has no right to enter the house.
She thought that what had happened was that she could deceive the young girls at home with her words, but the mistress could not be deceived no matter what.
It's terrible now, I'm going to be kicked out, it's all because of this fool, messing around with food.
The servant girl was so angry and afraid that she bent over and started fighting.
"Did you do this?" Mrs. Cheng asked.
The servant girl listened twice before she understood what was being asked.
"No, no, that girl Banqin did it." She waved her hands and said loudly.
Banqin?
Mrs. Cheng thought for a while before she realized who it was, and nodded again. Since Mrs. Zhou gave this girl to that fool to serve, it can be seen that she carefully selected her. If the fool has any needs, it is nothing more than food and clothing. The girl has
Good cooking skills are normal.
"Mom, I want that girl." Cheng Liu Niang said, sitting up straight. (To be continued)
