Flying Feather Temple

"Mother. "lwXs520.coM" Du Zhiwei looked at Qian with a worried face, took a small Gu from the tray behind her, and said: "These days, your complexion is not very good, I personally cooked black chicken soup for you, you can use it while it's hot." ”

"It is said that 'the daughter is the mother's intimate little padded jacket', but that's not the case!"

Qian looked at Du Zhiwei with a look of relief, took Du Zhiwei's hand with pity, looked at it carefully, and found that Du Zhiwei's face and fingers had not become rough because of this, so he tapped Du Zhiwei's forehead and said angrily: "Your filial piety and thoughtfulness, my mother understands." However, although my mother let you know some cooking, she didn't want you to stay in that smoky place all day. ”

Du Zhiwei nodded with a smile, personally uncovered the Gu lid, pushed the bowl of soup in front of Qian's, and personally handed a small spoon to Qian's hand: "Mother, I understand what you said." You, just put 10,000 hearts, I was raised by you personally, and you know my character best. Am I the kind of person who only cares about the immediate interests? ”

"You girl, my mother just said a word about you, and you replied to your mother so many words, thanks to my mother's broad-mindedness, otherwise, I won't have to sulk for a while!" Qian glared at Du Zhiwei, but she was not angry, which can be seen from her expression of Rong Yan.

"It tastes good, and sure enough, our Wei'er is naturally smart, and she can draw inferences from anything with just a little touch." Qian is a "if you don't do it, you must do your best", and she has always influenced Du Zhiwei's cognition and thoughts.

If it weren't for this, under Du Zhiwei's stupid nature of not knowing who she had inherited, if she hadn't met a biological mother like Qian's, I was afraid that the way of cooking of the female red housekeeper who knew piano, chess, calligraphy and painting would not be successful, and in the end. Reduced to an ordinary person who does nothing.

And, at the moment, Du Zhiwei has no talent for cooking. However, Qian, who has a book of soup secrets, did not hesitate to teach this skill to Du Zhiwei, and inspired Du Zhiwei's idea of "drawing inferences from one example" without a trace, so that in a short period of time, he developed a soup that nourishes blood and qi-wolfberry red date black chicken soup.

Wait until the Qian family has used up all the tricky black chicken soup. Du Zhiwei asked with a hesitant expression: "Mother." You say, should I make more soup next time, and send someone to deliver some from each yard? ”

"How could you have such an idea?" Qian frowned slightly. After making up your mind, you have to carefully investigate the people waiting next to Du Zhiwei, otherwise, if something really goes wrong, you will regret it.

Du Zhiwei blinked. As if he didn't understand why Qian looked cautious.

"Alas......" Qian touched Du Zhiwei's head, and his mind turned a few times. In the end, I am still ready to tell the secret that has been buried in my heart for many years, so as not to fall into the calculation trap of others because of such kindness without knowing anything.

"Strictly speaking. You're quite right. The ladies of the family never advocate eating alone, whether it is food, clothing, housing or transportation. All advocate appropriate sharing. ”

"A long time ago, Yongcheng Houfu also had such a rule. But. In your great-grandmother's generation, there was a favored concubine who, in order to make her son a knight, bought off the servants who waited beside the concubine in the main room, and poisoned the food she sent to the various rooms. ”

"That time, I don't know how many people died in Houfu......"

The expression on Qian's face was complicated, like a sigh, and like pity, "Wei'er, in a few years, after you get married, when you go to your husband's house, you can't make a move to send the food you cook to other rooms when you don't know the situation." Especially, if you meet those pregnant women who are not very good-looking, even if you know that there are some appetizing pastries and preserves, you can't tell the other party, so as not to put yourself in it because of a moment of soft-heartedness. ”

Du Zhiwei pursed her lips, lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes covered the horror and fear in her eyes: "Mother, I understand." ”

"If only you understood." Qian patted Du Zhiwei's arm and said with pity: "People say that there are many people who die on the battlefield, and those soldiers who fought bloody battles inevitably give birth to a sense of fear. ”

"You are not young, from tomorrow, when you follow your mother to learn housekeeping, your mother will remind you appropriately." When he said this, I don't know what Qian suddenly thought of, and sighed: "Over the years, my mother has been thinking about whether this matter is good or bad for the entire Houfu if you have nine sisters and two cousins who are less than ten years old. ”

"Mother, with your protection, even if you encounter bad things, you can turn evil into good fortune, let alone good things, it must be rising!" Although Du Zhiwei didn't understand the meaning of Qian's words, let alone the complicated expression on Qian's face, she did not hesitate to regard Qian as a necessary "guiding light" on the road of life because of Qian's careful teaching.

General's Mansion, Eijuin

"Alas......"

On this day, the county lord of Anping sighed many times, comforting and persuading for a long time, but Mama Qin and Mama Tang, who were affected by the county lord of Anping, also sighed.

The entire Rongshou Courtyard is no longer as lively and joyful as Du Zhixuan was in the General's Mansion.

In fact, this is the scene that the maids and daughters of Rongshou Yuan are used to. However, since Du Zhixuan was taken back to the house by the county lord of Anping from Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing this time, Qian Shiya, who was extremely unhappy every time she came to Rongshou Yuan to ask the county lord of Anping, made people faintly feel a sense of fear in her heart, and it no longer appeared.

Since Du Zhixuan returned to Yongcheng Houfu, she rushed to Rongshou Courtyard early every morning to accompany the county lord of Anping, so that the county lord of Anping could feel that her filial piety Qian Shiya's face was instantly distorted, although she quickly recovered to her original state and continued to persuade the county lord of Anping as usual, but she was still noticed by Mama Qin, who was looking at her inadvertently.

So, Mama Qin frowned slightly, glanced at Qian Shiya, who was "dressed in colorful clothes", and turned her mind a few times, and in the end, after seeing the shallow smile on the face of the county lord of Anping, she swallowed the words that reached her throat again.

Just then, the heavy curtain was lifted.

Mama Mu saluted respectfully and said, "I've seen the county lord, I've seen Miss Biao." ”

…… Miss Table?

Hearing such a title again, Qian Shiya only felt that the gloomy qi that had been choking in her throat became more and more intense, and her slightly squinted eyes were also full of fierceness.

is obviously the grandmother of the General's Mansion, but at the moment when the Lord of Anping rewarded Du Zhixuan, she did not hesitate to recognize Du Zhixuan as the master, why didn't such a loyal servant belong to her?

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