The clear and snowy water in the water bowl in front of me makes me look peaceful and peaceful.
"Thank you." Mr. Chen Si said, picked it up and took a few sips.
Good! Good! Good!
Every line on his face expresses praise.
The maid smiled slightly and stood up and moved away.
Manager Cao on the side was a little startled, why is there only one bowl of scorpion shit? What about me?
"Mr. Chen is a guest. Cao is in charge of affairs and is one of our own, so I have neglected him. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the lady to coax him." The maid said apologetically.
Didn't you say you don't know me? At this time, you have become one of your own again?
Manager Cao felt that his mouth was full of dryness. He looked towards the screen and saw the girl looking at him through the screen.
It's so shadowy that I can't clearly describe it.
Mr. Chen drank the bowl of water in one go and felt refreshed all over his body. It seemed that the anxiety and fatigue since his father became ill were gone.
"What is this? It tastes so good." He couldn't help but ask.
"Snow bubble skin drink." The maid said, then looked back at the screen, "Is that what you call it? Madam?"
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Weird name. Fourth Master Chen looked at the bowl and wanted to have another bowl, but when he saw the look in Steward Cao's eyes next to him, he stopped thinking.
It is better to be content as a human being.
"What do you want from me?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked from the screen.
Fourth Master Chen felt a little happy. It was so good. Just when he was about to say something, this woman spoke first. Although she was a little weird, she spoke straightforwardly and saved trouble.
"Madam, my father wants to ask you to cure his illness and save his life." He said respectfully, leaning down to salute.
There is silence behind the screen.
"I want to have some snacks," Cheng Jiaoniang said suddenly.
Master Chen outside looked slightly stiff.
"Okay." The maid said immediately, took down a box from the shelf on the side and took it in. "Which one do you want to eat, madam?"
I muttered that this was sent by the fairy aunt yesterday, which one was sent the day before yesterday, this red salt, white sun-dried and honey-fried, which one do you want to eat?
What is this? Why are we talking about it here again? We are talking to guests.
Fourth Master Chen looked at Manager Cao, his eyes expressing impatience.
Manager Cao sighed, since he came in, he had to speak, otherwise all his hospitality to the Chen family would have been in vain.
"Madam, Mr. Chen is very ill and has come all the way to see me. Please help me quickly," he said respectfully.
The conversation of the little daughter inside was interrupted.
"Who is Mr. Chen?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
As long as he answered normally, Mr. Chen was relieved.
"My father wrote a letter to Madam. I wonder if Madam has read it?" he asked hurriedly, looking at the maid behind the screen.
"Oh, I forgot." The maid suddenly replied, "My lady is asleep. I put it away and I'll go get it."
She walked out quickly, flipped through the paper for a moment, and took out a letter from a book.
"This is it," she said happily.
Fourth Master Chen nodded hurriedly and said yes.
"Read it and let me listen." Cheng Jiaoniang said inside.
The maid answered and opened it, looking slightly surprised. There were only a few big words on the paper, scrawled and trembling, as if they were written in a hurry.
"In the rain on the road, the temple was destroyed, and I was given red bean cake and yellow wine. I didn't believe it when I told you that I was sick, and I kowtowed to those who regretted it so much."
The maid wants to come.
What does it mean? She was puzzled and couldn't help but look at Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head and seemed to think for a moment.
"I don't know." She sat upright and said.
The three of them were stunned.
Oh, by the way, this lady seems to be no longer stupid, but she is in poor health and has poor memory. She can only remember things within a few days.
Manager Cao remembered his instructions.
"And that book, that one, I gave it to you too, Miss Banqin said, if the lady doesn't understand," he said hurriedly, "Just take a look at this, see if..."
Before he finished speaking, two female voices in the room murmured at the same time.
"I?"
"Banqin?"
The shout made Manager Cao startled.
"How do you know my name is Banqin?" the maid asked happily, her eyes bright.
"Banqin, Banqin." Cheng Jiaoniang also shouted, as if she heard something happy.
It was just two women's voices, but Manager Cao felt his ears were buzzing and his mind was a little confused.
"No, no, is the girl also called Banqin?" He said hurriedly, "There is a girl in my family, no, not in my family. She originally belonged to my wife. Madam, do you remember?"
What? Mr. Chen frowned.
"What are you talking about?" the maid asked, "I can't understand."
Actually I don’t understand either…
Manager Cao swallowed. His throat was already sore, but he still had to talk so much.
"The girl came to Madam's place later, right? It turns out that Madam..." he said.
"Yes, yes, I came here ten days ago. My grandfather asked me to come. My wife's original girl followed my grandfather, and he asked me to serve my wife." The maid said enthusiastically, "Do you know my grandfather?
?My great-grandfather’s surname is Zhang…”
Who cares whether your grandpa’s surname is Zhang or He?
Where does this go?
Manager Cao couldn't help but cough slightly, feeling that his mind was getting more and more confused.
"Oh, yes, yes, that's a coincidence. Speaking of Banqin, my wife's original girl was named Banqin." He quickly took over the conversation and said.
"Yes, the girl who left with our master is called Banqin. You also know this!" The maidservant was even more surprised and said happily. She knelt down and had a long conversation, "Across the distance
You are so far away, but you know everything about my wife. That sister Banqin is very powerful, and my grandpa..."
"No, it's not that one." Guan Cao sat up straight in a hurry and interrupted the girl, "He didn't go with your grandfather, he went with our sixth son."
The maid seemed puzzled.
"Huh? Banqin followed your sixth master?" she asked, "I didn't listen to her."
Manager Cao's throat was filled with smoke.
"Isn't that Banqin?" he asked, also a little confused.
How many Banqin are there? Why are they all called Banqin?
When he came, didn't Qin Langjun remind him that after Banqin left, the new girl here was also called Banqin, so wasn't this Banqin the same Banqin? Could it be that another Banqin appeared?
What are you doing?
"Which Banqin is that? Didn't you mean the original Banqin?" The maid also stared in surprise and asked, "Why can't you speak clearly?"
Manager Cao wanted to shed tears, but he couldn't help but put his hands over his throat.
"Girl, can you give me a glass of water first?" He finally couldn't bear it anymore and said hoarsely.
The maid said.
"You want to drink water, why didn't you tell me earlier?" She smiled, with a bit of complaint, "You are a member of my wife's mother's family, you are one of my own, and you come here just to come to my home. Don't be formal, just ask for what you want.
That's all, why are you so polite?"
Yes, yes, I'm not formal, I'm not polite, please give me a glass of water quickly, I'm going to die.
Manager Cao put his hand on his throat and nodded in pain.
Mr. Chen on the side felt his throat hurt just looking at it.
It's so miserable. Fortunately, I am a guest, and fortunately this young master knows how to treat guests, otherwise... (To be continued)
