Kuaiwen: Have any grievances? Crazy Patriarch will help you counterattack

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Mr. Yao's personal maid frowned and said displeasedly, but before she could finish the rest of her words, she was interrupted by Dong Qinglian who walked in.

"What are you doing?"

Dong Qinglian glanced at Mr. Yao's maid, and the displeasure flashed in her eyes.

Her personal maid immediately knelt down to apologize and exposed her red hands.

"Miss, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I told this sister to send the sobering soup to the garden, but she didn't believe me. It was me who threw the sobering soup clumsily."

After hearing what her personal maid said, Dong Qinglian was even more displeased with Young Master Yao's personal maid. She hadn't even married into the Yao Mansion yet, but in her own territory, a girl with no name and status dared to give her personal maid money. Zhi Jizi didn't take her seriously.

Dong Qinglian was unhappy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She directly said to the maid kneeling next to her:

"Why are you doing things so rough? You must have not explained it clearly, so Xiaoya didn't let you take it away. After all, this is something for the entrance. You should be cautious. You can go and receive the punishment yourself!"

"Yes, miss!"

The maid naturally understood her young lady's look and immediately exited the kitchen.

"Xiaoya, I did make an appointment with your young master to admire the moon and accompany him to sober up. Now that the sobering up soup has been poured out, I'll trouble you to make another one. Since you're not at ease with what's in your mouth, just watch it yourself. How about that? ?”

Dong Qinglian said kindly.

"Xiaoya knows."

Xiaoya lowered her eyes and said respectfully, but her clenched hands betrayed her mood.

Lianyi lay down in the room and watched a good show. It was obvious that Xiaoya was serving Mr. Yao personally, so he was full of hostility towards the future wife. However, due to her status, she could not do anything.

And Dong Qinglian also saw Xiaoya's thoughts and had already begun to suppress the other party. She was sure that Xiaoya would die on the way to Kyoto. Dong Qinglian had never been soft on those who coveted her belongings. Just like how you treated the original body.

Xiaoya could only take the hangover soup ingredients handed over by the kitchen lady and start making the hangover soup alone in the kitchen.

The old woman in the kitchen also said in a strange tone:

"We old immortals should stop staying in the kitchen, lest Miss Xiaoya can't make the sobering soup, Master Yao will be dissatisfied with us, and we will be blamed for anything that goes wrong."

"Stop saying a few words. There happened to be some wine that was taken down from the table today. It's a bargain for us. Let's have a couple of drinks to relieve our fatigue. After Miss Xiaoya finishes her errands, we'll clean the kitchen. Don't get in the way here."

After saying that, the two women also left, and Xiaoya was the only one left in the kitchen.

Ripple did not leave and continued to wait here. Seeing that the hangover soup was ready, a boy hurried into the kitchen and said to Xiaoya:

"Miss Xiaoya, go and take a look. Your young master is losing his temper and is looking for you!"

Xiaoya was startled when he heard this. He dropped the cattail leaf fan in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and ran out. This was the time Ripple was waiting for.

She jumped off the roof, climbed in through the back window of the kitchen, then took out a tube of transparent potion and poured it into the sobering soup. Then her ears twitched and she hid behind the water tank because it was night and the chef had already left. , so the fire was dim, and if you didn't look carefully where she was hiding, you couldn't see anyone at all.

It was Xiaoya who left and returned. She whispered at this time:

"Hmph! I won't be fooled if you try to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Then she quickly poured the sobering soup into the white soup cup, put it on the tray and took it away. Not long after she left, Dong Qinglian's maid entered the kitchen and went straight to the sobering soup. When she found that it was empty, she Stomping his feet, he turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

Ripple then left the kitchen calmly and returned to the inn as quickly as possible. On the way, she didn't forget to ask Shi Jiu:

"Did Mr. Yao drink the sobering soup?"

"Drink!"

Shijiu replied immediately.

"This operation of yours is really amazing. Mr. Yao will have a hard time in the future!"

"He is not a good person to begin with. I was very lenient by not letting him go."

"What you gave him was a genetically defective fluid produced by the interstellar. He will be extinct within three generations at most."

"You praise him too much. His body, hollowed out by wine and sex, is not as strong as an interstellar person. I bet he won't last a generation."

During the interval between the two of them communicating, she had already returned to the guest room, lay down on the paved floor, and fell asleep.

"I'll keep an eye on it."

Apparently Shi Jiu decided to participate in this bet.

Early the next morning, the four members of Song Dachuan's family left the room, and then followed the bustling flow of people to the only temple in Wangshan Town. The more they walked, the more people there were. Both sides of the road were people who came to attend the temple fair and set up stalls. In ancient times, People don’t have much entertainment, and temple fairs are mass entertainment, so participation is still very high.

At this time, Huzi was already riding on Song Dachuan's neck, directing his father to go from stall to stall. However, Huzi was very sensible and would not buy one after the other. At most, he would only look at the odd things to satisfy his curiosity. , I will go to the next one.

The more Hu Zi was like this, the more the family cared about him. They bought him a small wooden horse and a candy figure. The family happily went to Wangshan Temple, burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, and Hui Niang returned the gift. Hopefully, Huzi also kowtows to the Buddha, and the four of them return to Zhangjiacun before the sun sets.

In the following days, Mr. Yao's people were still jumping up and down looking for the letter and the jade pendant, while Lianyi continued to warm Huzi's body and do some easy work.

Autumn came in a blink of an eye, followed by the autumn harvest, but Mr. Yao found nothing and had to welcome Miss Dong Er's sedan chair and set off for Kyoto.

When Miss Dong Er left, there were sixty-four people carrying the dowry. The people who came to watch the excitement in Zhangjiacun came back and went to Song Dachuan's house to talk to Lianyi about the grand occasion. It was obvious that they felt sorry for her, so they lost a trip to Kyoto. Opportunity.

But no one in the Song family regretted it. In Zhang Huiniang's eyes, it was not a wealthy village, but a dragon's nest and a tiger's den. The peasants didn't have that much thought, so it was better to live an ordinary life.

Moreover, the ointment their daughter bought from Pujitang was very effective, and the scars seemed to have become smaller than before. They had hope in their hearts, and naturally they had no other thoughts.

The autumn harvest has begun, and it is another busy day. Song Dachuan and his wife got up early and worked hard to collect all the wheat from the five acres of land. Then they dried, threshed, and ground the grain, and put the bags of grain into the warehouse. The family felt like they had a surplus of grain. The whole family is very happy.

"This year there are ripples, which makes it easier for both of us. After a busy autumn harvest, I didn't lose weight but gained a lot of weight."

Song Dachuan was weaving a bamboo basket in the main room and talking to Huiniang who was doing needlework.

"Lianyi was afraid that we would not be able to eat well because of our work, so she cut a lot of meat and cooked it for us in different ways. Every time she went to deliver food, the smell made the people harvesting wheat in the field next to them drool. It's no wonder we are not fat. .”

Hui Niang also said with a smile, her words were as proud as Yourong.

"Our daughter is good at cooking. If she practices it well, she can make a living from it in the future. It is also a good skill."

See you tomorrow, kids! Fengling's birthday is tomorrow, I'll update you later!