In the kitchen of Qingxingyuan, the stove fire has been extinguished. Only the cage drawer still had some hot food, which gave off the smell of fragrant smell. Zhao's mother was full of oil, obviously had eaten, and was spitting and chatting with the two cooks in the kitchen.

She supported the golden hairpin on her head, looked superior, and taught the experience to the two cooks: "Miss is my grandmother, of course I know her taste, and I will serve her food in the future, just pick up the meat." You have the kung fu to learn more about roast chicken, roast goose, steamed meat and other well-digested and fatty dishes, and you are guaranteed to be rewarded by the young lady. ”

As he was talking, Ruyi opened the curtain and came in, and called, "Mother Zhao, Miss called you over." ”

Zhao's mother slapped her thigh: "You see, as soon as this meal was delivered, Miss asked me to give me a reward." ”

Mother Zhao twisted her thick waist, walked into Yan Qingge's house with Ruyi, looked around, walked to Yan Qingge's side with a sigh, and said, "My eldest lady, this table of food, but I told the cook to make it carefully, why didn't you eat a bite." Isn't it that I will feed you without Mother Zhao, you can't eat it. She said it, thinking herself amused, and giggled like an old hen.

Zhao's mother is a house slave sent by the Yan family's Zhuangzi, although her personality is vulgar and her taste is vulgar, she was quite obedient before. Since Le's death, no one cares about her, she is Yan Qingge's wet nurse, and all kinds of evil deeds have been exposed.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings!

The status of the nurse is naturally the highest among the servants who are waiting. In the past, most of Yan Qingge's house was in charge of her, and she often used the excuse of buying things for Yan Qingge, spending money from the account, and then casually buying some inferior goods and stuffing them into Yan Qingge's house to earn the difference in price and fill her pockets.

After Yan Qingge was reborn, when he saw the messy furnishings in the house, he realized that it was Zhao's mother who did it, and he wanted to clean her up for a long time.

"Get on your knees!" Yan Qingge snorted coldly and looked at Zhao's mother.

Mother Zhao has always regarded Yan Qingge as a clay figure, and she can handle it as much as she wants, but this is the first time she has seen Yan Qingge get angry. She didn't take it seriously, turned her head and scolded Ruyi: "How do you serve the eldest lady with your little hooves, what a gentle little girl, you have learned to scold." ”

Yan Qingge said coldly: "Mother Zhao, I'll let you kneel!" ”

Mother Zhao cocked her orchid finger and said with a hippie smile: "Miss, I'm your wet nurse, you grew up eating my milk, how can you be willing to let me kneel." ”

"Here you go." Yan Qingge hooked her hand, Zhao's mother came to Yan Qingge's side flatteringly, Yan Qingge stretched out her hand and pulled out the thick golden hairpin on her head.

Without the restraint of the golden hairpin, the bun on Zhao's mother's head was scattered, and the greasy black hair was scattered, exuding a strong smell of osmanthus head oil, which made Yan Qingge's brows furrowed.

While she hurriedly gathered her hair, she didn't forget to raise a fat white face, her eyes looked directly at Yan Qingge's hand that took the golden hairpin, and said distressedly: "My eldest lady, what are you doing with my hairpin." You don't have any good things, hurry up and return this hairpin to Mother Zhao. ”

"Hmph." Yan Qingge snorted coldly: "Mother Zhao, I remember that your husband farmed in Zhuangzi, and your monthly money is only two hundred yuan." This golden hairpin weighs eight taels, and when converted into silver, it costs hundreds of taels. With your family's financial resources, how can you afford it. You say, "Where did you get this hairpin?" ”

Mother Zhao was stunned and said with a smile: "Well, the poor also have a poor life." The big and small maids and daughters in our house, who doesn't have a baby at the bottom of the box. Miss, what's wrong with you today. She said as she stretched out her hand to snatch back the hairpin in Yan Qing's singer, without the consciousness of the current person at all.

"I see that all your money is greedy from my house." Yan Qingge's face was angry, and he slapped the table suddenly: "Ruyi, let her kneel down for me and talk well." ”

Ruyi had already seen that Zhao's mother was unhappy, she picked up the stout latch and said to Zhao's mother: "Mother Zhao, Miss asked you to kneel, why didn't you kneel?" Don't blame me for being rude. She raised her hand and hit Zhao's mother on the knee.

Zhao's mother didn't expect Ruyi to hit her, and she suddenly screamed and cried in pain, and curled up on the ground.

Yan Qingge jumped down from the chair and sneered, "Call all the minions in the courtyard to come over!" Today, in front of everyone, I want to interrogate this Diao slave who stole his master's things. ”