The bird's nest was lost again, and Grandma Yang glared at Hongyun with hatred.
In her previous decades of life, she never knew that a bowl of bird's nest could be so precious.
Hong Yun showed no sign of weakness: "Why are you staring? How can you be so embarrassed? Do you still think that you are the beloved and respected Aunt Yang in the past? You are just an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, a prisoner, thief! thief!"
Grandma Yang was also dizzy and actually raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Meng pitifully.
Mrs. Meng sighed: "Look, I can't give it to you, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public. Unless you tell the truth, we will be the same as before."
Grandma Yang's eyes began to dodge.
Mrs. Meng didn't know why she was forcing her. She just called Hongyun: "Good girl, I'll reward you with this bowl of bird's nests. You have worked hard these days."
Hong Yun happily thanked her and ate it sweetly in front of Grandma Yang.
Aunt Yang's eyes burst out with fire.
In the past, she followed the old lady and never allowed others to get close to the old lady past her.
Including these big maids, they all have to be controlled by her.
Anyone who dares to disobey and get too close to the old lady will be punished by her.
Hongyun was new here and didn't know the rules, so she had also been punished by her.
The old lady knew it well, but she was more tolerant about it, just to make her feel at ease.
Now and then, she has become a prisoner, and she can't help but feel jealous.
Another maid named Hongmei came in and brought a bowl of ginseng soup: "Old madam, it's time for you to use ginseng soup."
Mrs. Meng praised: "You have a good memory, I have forgotten about it."
Hongmei showed a shy yet bright smile.
Little goblin!
Grandma Yang was so angry that she gritted her teeth, her jealousy burning, and she said sternly: "Old madam, you can't drink this ginseng soup!"
Everyone looked at her in surprise.
Mrs. Meng asked: "What's wrong?"
Grandma Yang said: "Didn't the imperial doctor say that this ginseng soup conflicts with the medicine you have been taking recently, so it cannot be used!"
Mrs. Meng was stunned for a moment and shed tears silently: "You keep remembering me like this. I believe you really have no intention of harming me. Please tell me what is going on!"
Seeing her crying, Aunt Yang's eyes flashed a few times and she said softly: "Then can you spare my life?"
"Of course! Our relationship for so many years..."
Mrs. Meng looked at Nanny Yang's stomach with pity: "You must be starving. After staying up for so many days, if you don't eat, you may not be able to survive.
I still remember, when you first came to our house, we asked you what you wanted to eat. You said you wanted white flour steamed buns and a bowl of spicy soup..."
The more she spoke, the more emotional she became. Finally, Grandma Yang couldn't help it and shed tears: "I'm afraid..."
Mrs. Meng comforted her patiently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be fine if you say it. Just say it, I will listen..."
The two of them chatted as usual.
In the meantime, although Grandma Yang thought she was "very weak as she hadn't eaten or drank for several days", panting uncontrollably, and almost fainted several times, she finally made things clear.
"...The old slave doesn't know where he is from. He has been raised by them in Qi since he was a child. They said that my surname is Yang and I am an orphan. No one wants me..."
There were many children with her, both men and women, and they had to learn different things separately since childhood.
Some people learn to write, paint, play the piano and sing, and learn kung fu and strategy, while others like her only learn how to serve and look at people.