Before He Xiu met Xiao Xixi, although she worked in the Xiao Mansion kitchen every day, her biggest dream in life was not to become an excellent cook, but to become a storyteller.

She was obsessed with the storyteller's storyteller after storyteller, as if it would add a lot of previously unimaginable pleasure to her life.

She has been literate with her father since she was a child, but unfortunately her parents left one after another when she was young, and she came to Xiao Mansion to work and support herself with the help of Chef Cai.

She would take advantage of the break to run into the teahouse, carefully note down the storyteller's every move, and write down every story.

But as a woman, she seems destined to not be able to realize her dream.

She doesn't feel anything, she still does what she wants to do, whether she succeeds or not.

Those things are far away, and the happiness of the moment is more important to her.

Until-Xiao Xixi came to the big kitchen and arranged for He Xiu to go to the small kitchen in the courtyard to do things.

He Xiu was shocked by Xiao Xixi's appearance at first sight.

She didn't expect that the second lady of the female devil, who everyone had been rumored to be, would be so beautiful.

He Xiu willingly did things for Xiao Xixi.

When Xiao Xixi wanted to open a teahouse, He Xiu used almost his lifelong talent and took the name "Qing Mingju".

He also developed pastries for the teahouse, and went to tie them up with Ji Yue...... Ah no, a storyteller hired with a high salary.

As the number of Qing Mingju opened more and more, Zhang Lan's words became popular all over the country, and the number of women who went to the teahouse to listen to books increased, so He Xiu tried to tell the story on stage.

Anyway, it's her own teahouse, even if she doesn't speak well, it doesn't matter.

Unexpectedly, the effect was unexpectedly good.

He Xiu tasted the sweetness and went to the teahouse to tell stories more frequently, and at the same time attracted more women to go to the teahouse to listen to books, and even some women were willing to go to the teahouse to tell stories like her.

He Xiu was satisfied, but Zhang Lan was pushed to write a script.

He Xiu really started writing.

He Xiu's writing is not as good as Zhang Lan's, and the stories written are not as good as Zhang Lan's, but they are already at a very good level.

When she has time, she will go to the teahouse to tell stories, and when she wants to tell the story she has written, sometimes a new inspiration will suddenly arise, and she will tell according to the new inspiration.

The guests found that He Xiu told the same story every time, but it was different, and each time they listened with relish.

Therefore, He Xiu never felt alone.

There are so many teahouses under her name that need to be managed, and occasionally writing stories and going to teahouses to tell stories has occupied most of her time.

Seeing that the people around him got married and had children, He Xiu didn't feel lagging behind.

Everyone has their own path to follow, and she feels that her path is destined to be different.

There is only one life, and she wants to live according to her heart.

He Xiu's parents are no longer there, and she is not close to her uncles and aunts, so no one urges her to marry.

He Xiule was at ease.

However, when children were born around her, He Xiu really liked those children.

As a result, whether it was Ji Yue's sealed words, Qiong Yu's sealed letters, Rulan Fangren, or the children of Zhang Lan's Gu Xian's family, they were all recognized by He Xiu as righteous sons and daughters.

Probably because He Xiu has never been married, his heart has always been like a child, so the relationship between several children and He Xiu is closer than that of his biological parents.

Sometimes, the children's parents will eat He Xiu's vinegar, but they are helpless, after all, everyone gets along very harmoniously, isn't it, and it can't be said that He Xiu is not good.

He Xiu's life has always been so colorful.

Alone, but never alone.

(End of chapter)