Chapter 32: The Decisive Pudding
"Little... Miss! Hearing the red sleeves call Miss Yehua in a slightly trembling voice, the other housekeepers Xu on the side also lowered their heads, and said "I've seen General Zhenbei" in their mouths.
Hua Mian felt like her brain was suddenly stuck, and she restarted it after a few seconds, thinking back to Sister Yehua's various behaviors and words in the past few days, she still couldn't associate Yehua, who was very familiar with herself and ran to eat every day, with the majestic general in front of her.
Sister Yehua is the fourth lady of Sikong Mansion, Sikong Yue? Today's Zhenbei general? The most important thing is, where did she jump in just now?
"Which of you is going to explain what this is going to do?"
Sikong Yue shook off the hand of the red sleeves, took a step across, turned around, and faced Steward Xu and his party in the direction of the courtyard gate.
“... This... I... I" At this moment, Steward Xu stammered, saw Sikong Yue turn around, unconsciously took a step back, completely lost the trace of spirit just now, lowered his head, put his arms at his sides, and the people who followed him were even more arrogant.
On the other hand, Red Sleeves sat down on the ground when Sikong Yue shook off her hand, sobbing and crying quietly.
"Steward Xu?"
Sikong Yue looked at Steward Xu, and his tone revealed a momentum that was not angry and powerful, so that Steward Xu knelt on the ground with a "poof", although he was already one of the top three housekeepers in the mansion, but for this fourth lady who held military power all the year round and had become a general in Zhenbei, there was still a sense of fear in his heart.
"Back to the general... It's Red Sleeves, yes, yes, that's right, the girl with red sleeves came to me" In a panic, Steward Xu pushed Red Sleeves out without thinking about it, "Early this morning, the girl with red sleeves who just went to work here came over, saying that someone in the backyard maid's kitchen destroyed the ingredients without authorization and blasphemed the gods of nature, which was a great insult to the Heavenly God Sect, so we followed her to see the situation."
"What do you see?" Sikong Yue looked at Steward Xu who was kneeling on the ground, and raised the sword hanging from his waist with one hand.
Sikong Yue's move made the person in front of him tremble, "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything, I didn't even enter the kitchen at the gate of the courtyard."
Sikong Yue turned his head and looked at Red Sleeves who was sitting on the ground sobbing quietly, "Red Sleeves, tell me what's going on."
Hearing that he was asking himself, Red Sleeves raised his head, his white cheeks were stained with a large area of red due to crying, his eyes were slightly swollen, and there were tear stains in the corners of his eyes.
"Miss, Red Sleeves is wrong, Red Sleeves is worried that she will bring trouble to the house..."
"Red sleeves, you know my temper" Sikong Yue looked at the red sleeves, the girl who was sitting on the ground had been a maid in her courtyard since she entered the house at the age of ten, treating her like a sister, although she was a maid, she had never been punished, and she was left in the house after joining the army, not without hearing of it, as she grew older, some things did exceed her duty.
"Miss... Yesterday I gave the maid the ingredients for the canteen according to your instructions... I wanted to see how these ingredients were used... When she came a little later, she brought out something called pudding," replied with red sleeves and a twitch, "that kind of food is unheard of... Something I've never seen before, Red Sleeves thinks it's against the doctrine for her to do this, and if she is talked about in the future, it will be bad for the reputation of the house."
"That batch of ingredients is what I ordered to prepare, naturally there is a reason for me, and the things she made officially determine the key to the success of Heqin"
"Sister Yehua, who are you?" The more Hua Mian listened, the more confused she became, yesterday's batch of ingredients was given by Miss Four? Can a pudding decide whether to succeed or not?