Hearing Sun Qingyang's applause, Fu Dou and the two mothers-in-law who were waiting in the courtyard came in with amphorae crockpots, food boxes and a small steaming drawer for soup.

After Fu Dou gave Wang Liangyuan and Sun Qingyang a salute, he whispered back: "The fallen Bazhen cake was cleaned up by the mother-in-law in the kitchen, and I can't see if there is any soup spilled on it." ”

Hearing Fu Dou's words, Mama Qiu's expression was relieved, and she hurriedly smiled at Wang Liangyuan and said: "Although this physical evidence is gone, the old slave can take a guarantee, and this girl of comfrey will never dare to deceive Liangyuan." How she does things on weekdays, Liangyuan also knows in her heart. ”

"Hmm." Wang Liangyuan replied noncommittally.

"The two slaves and maids sent the food to Biyun Pavilion according to the instructions of the purple grass girl, and when they took over, the food box was taken from Fuguo's hand, and the soup can was in Fuzhi's hand." The older mother-in-law stepped forward to give a salute and replied, and added at the end, "The soup can is clean, and no soup is spilled." ”

The two of them looked flustered, and the purple grass still said to herself: "Even if the soup didn't spill, it can't be said that we wronged the blessing branch, she was lucky, the lid of the soup can was tight, so it didn't spill out." ”

Fu Guo was also busy saying: "That's it, Fu Zhi is used to doing work on weekdays, and his hands and feet are agile, otherwise Sister Zicao would not have been bumped into by her and knocked over the Bazhen cake." ”

Mama Qiu also helped, "Miss Cousin, you have asked clearly, isn't it still Fuzhi's fault, although she was lucky not to spill the soup, but in the end she also knocked over Liangyuan's Bazhen cake." ”

Sun Qingyang looked up and smiled, innocent, "Really? How are Mama Qiu's hands and feet better than Fuzhi? ”

Zicao replied disdainfully, "Can an eleven or twelve-year-old girl compare with Mama?" The maids taught by Mama are all rushed to ask for them. ”

Hearing the words of the purple grass, Mama Qiu's head rose higher and her back straightened.

Then please ask Mama Qiu to take the soup can filled with water and rush towards the comfrey, knock over the small steaming drawer she was holding, and reenact the scene at that time. I could have let Fuzhi serve it, but I'm afraid that she deliberately spilled the soup and stained Sister Comfrey's clothes. ”

"Miss Cousin-" Mama Qiu was furious, endured and endured, and then suppressed her emotions and said, "The slave is not on an errand in Biyun Pavilion. ”

Sun Qingyang looked at Wang Liangyuan.

Wang Liangyuan said lightly, "You just cooperate with Miss Biao to play once, and I also want to know what she wants to do." ”

Mama Qiu knew that Wang Liangyuan was suspicious, so she had to respond, took the soup can, and carefully protected the comfrey that had already received the small steaming drawer in her hand.

No matter how careful she and Comfrey were, the water in the jar still spilled on her hands and body.

Mama Qiu said unwillingly: "I didn't count just now, I didn't take care of it, try again." ”

Sun Qingyang nodded.

Try again, try again...... and because of his old age, he was replaced by two of comfrey and Fuguo, but less than half of the water in the jar was sprinkled, and Mama Qiu, comfrey, and Fuguo were all drenched with water.

Zicao still wanted to intercede, try again, but before she finished speaking, Wang Liangyuan shouted angrily.

"Okay, I'm embarrassed to say try again, look at you now, it's just a soup chicken. Well, what a bold man, it was calculated on my head. ”

Xuanji took the jar in the comfrey's hand, and asked with a smile, "Mama is not very comfortable today, and her skills are not as flexible as before, why can't you avoid the comfrey?" ”

Mama Qiu, Comfrey, and Fuguo were all gray, and Fuzhi was so happy that he almost cried, covering his mouth with his hand, desperately holding back.

Sun Qingyang glanced at them, looked around at the onlookers and grandmothers, and said with a smile: "This jar is only filled with the same amount of water, and at noon, Fuzhi takes boiling soup, if you spill a little bit and get it on your hands, it will leave bubbles." She walked up to Fukueda's side and raised her hand, only to see that although Fukueda's hand had many old scars, there were no new burns.

Everyone was in an uproar, although they were afraid of Wang Liangyuan's presence and did not directly accuse Mama Qiu, they couldn't help but whisper in a low voice.

Mama Shen on the side pulled Mama Qiu and cried: "Fuzhi's girl is a hard worker, you still can't bear to hurt her like this, how do you do it, how do you give birth to such a black heart......"

Sun Qingyang owed a blessing to Wang Liangyuan, "The facts are clear, I will take Fuzhi back, Fuguo's girl, Liangyuan asked, or beat or sell, it is all up to Liangyuan." ”

"Miss, Miss save me. I was forced, forced. Fuguo knelt on the ground, holding Sun Qingyang's legs and crying and pleading.

Sun Qingyang lowered his head and said in her ear: "People don't hurt the tiger, the tiger eats people's hearts, if you are really forced, find your father and mother or be able to save you." ”

After speaking, Sun Qingyang bowed to Wang Liangyuan and blessed him, and led Xuanji and Yun Shi to retreat.

As soon as they went out, they heard a "bang" and the sound of something falling to the ground and smashing.

"Ouch - Liangyuan spares her life, the slave is not heartfelt, the slave is because of ......" is the cry of the comfrey and the voice of begging for mercy.

I think Wang Liangyuan smashed the teacup in her hand and smashed her.

A little maid closed the door, and she didn't hear what she said behind the comfrey.

Xuanji looked back at the closed door, Mama Shen was still inside, it seemed that Wang Liangyuan was angry, and she didn't plan to leave a decent place for Zicao and Mama Qiu, but she wanted to punish them in front of other subordinates.