The next day, when Qiao Huaping and they were about to set off, they encountered a torrential rain, and their trip was blocked for a while, so they had to stay at the post station for one more day.

Qiao Huaping opened the window, leaned in front of the window, and watched the father and son stretch their bodies and play long fists under the eaves of the post station courtyard.

The female dependents of the Hou Mansion of Qin Anhou were naturally left at the post station by this sudden rainstorm, probably because they heard about yesterday's incident, and they also sent a special grandmother to come to the door to apologize.

Mama said very politely, saying that there was no one in the house, and because she was worried about the master, she offended Mrs. Yunyun.

Qiao Huaping confiscated the gift, but it was polite to treat the grandmother, and let Lamei send the person out politely.

As soon as the grandmother left, Qiao Huaping turned her head and taught her daughter: "...... See? When we arrive in the capital, it is estimated that we will meet a lot of servants of such wealthy families. First of all, don't listen to what they say, but what they do...... You look at Mama, holding the gift and speaking earnestly, only saying that you have offended us. Seems to be a lot of sincerity, right? ”

Mei Qingying nodded.

Qiao Huaping chuckled: "That steward offended us, but this grandmother said that she was here to apologize, but she didn't say a word about why their master didn't come, which made it clear that they subconsciously didn't regard us as people with the same status as their master - this is the pride that the family's rich servants can't hide." It seems polite, but in fact, it is still high in his bones. With such an attitude, no matter how nice it sounds, it is just a scene. ”

Mei Qingying nodded thoughtfully.

Qiao Huaping couldn't help but reach out and take her daughter's delicate little hand.

Mei Yuan wiped his sweat and brought the boys from the family over, and when he heard Qiao Huaping's words, his heart moved:

"You sound like you've dealt with them quite a bit." Mei Yuan said, "Amazing." ”

This sentence is powerful, and he said it sincerely.

Because he knew that the woman in front of him had never entered Beijing, let alone dealt with those people.

Qiao Huaping smiled, and leisurely held his hand in front of the window: "It's just human nature...... Our Yingying is so cute, if we go to Beijing when the time comes, if we suffer the loss of these people, then I won't be happy. I raised my daughter so white, but I didn't let them bully. ”

Mei Qingying raised her cute little face of white jade: "Mother, Yingying listens to you!" I won't be bullied! ”

Mei Qingyao, who was following Mei Yuan, poked out her head and said, "Mother, don't worry, with us, no one can bully my sister." ”

Mei Qingyu and Mei Qinghuang also followed closely as a guarantee.

Even the youngest Bai Feiye waved his little arms: "I won't let people bully Sister!" ”

Mei Yuan had a smile in his eyes.

……

"You went to inquire, which one is that?" In the room, a faint light smoke rose from the incense burner, and an old woman dressed in a rich head and a golden hairpin asked the apologizing grandmother who had gone to Qiao Huaping with a gift with a displeased face.

Mama showed a little trepidation: "They are very tight-mouthed, and they didn't ask...... The woman was very slippery, and she didn't accept anything from the gift she sent, and let the maid send me out in a few words. ”

The old woman's eyebrows furrowed, revealing a deep mark.

"Nurse, forget it." A slightly lazy voice sounded, and the girl sitting in the chair opened her mouth softly, "We sent someone to give a gift and apologize, and we will spread it in the future." If they don't appreciate it, forget it. ”

When the old woman looked at the girl, her eyes were a little loving: "Sister is right...... Although the woman was born well, all the fabrics and jewelry were ordinary goods, and she was not a powerful family. The old slave is just angry, and the sister gives them face like this, but they don't know how to lift it. ”

The girl smiled faintly, and there was a bit of arrogance in her smile.

The old woman's surname was Zeng, and she soon asked people to go to the post house stove to cook milk custard for their young lady.

It's also a coincidence, when the people of Qin Anhou's mansion went to the stove room to serve the milk custard, they happened to go to the stove room to get the dishes they ordered.

The cook diligently picked out some white-flour steamed buns from the steamer and put them in their food boxes to welcome the spring: "Girl, beware of the hot steamed buns that have just come out of the pot." ”

Before Yingchun could speak, the subordinates of the Hou Mansion of Qin An said impatiently: "Can you hurry up?" Our young lady has to drink a bowl of milk custard every afternoon, how long have you been delayed? …… It's just to use your stove, and I haven't vacated it yet! ”

The cook was full of apologies: "Wait, there is a first come and last in everything." People came first, I will fry these dishes for them, and then I will make room for your young lady. ”

The stove room of this post station is not big, and it is noon at this time, which is the time when the stove room is busy.

The faces of the subordinates of Qin Anhou Mansion were very ugly: "Then you are more nimble!" ”

The subordinates of Qin Anhou's Mansion glanced at Yingchun and recognized that it was the family that refused to make room for their young lady yesterday, so they were angry, and when they left, they deliberately bumped Yingchun's shoulder.

Yingchun was in pain, and he hissed, and the food box he was carrying in his hand shook heavily.

When I brought the food box to the room to serve the food, the soup of a few dishes was really spilled slightly.

Yingchun's aggrieved eyes were red.