Mrs. Wang used to be the most powerful mother in front of the Zhong family, although she followed Qin Xiangxiang to do a disgraced job in this foot shop, but she had not forgotten her previous momentum, and immediately rolled up her sleeves and stood in front of Qin Xiangxiang, and said to Fan Xiaoniang: "Our eldest lady was framed by you, and she just came out of prison, and the government has not returned a penny to us." You still came to our restaurant to sell miserable, so unreasonable! Can you save our eldest lady how many bowls of noodle soup we have to stand in the stove room a day to earn those 130 yuan? I see that you, this little lady, are spoiled and don't know the suffering of the world! Hurry up, stay where it's cool! ”

Mrs. Wang's momentum is menacing.

Little Lady Fan was frightened, took a few steps back, looked at Qin Xiangxiang, and then looked at Mrs. Wang, and finally rushed out of the door.

Qin Xiangxiang shook his head, Fan Xiaoniang has a good nature, but it's a pity that she has such a father.

However, if Fan Yanguan's matter suddenly broke out, would it disrupt Nangong Wenyue's plan? Or did Nangong Wenyue not hesitate to advance the plan in order to save her?

Qin Xiangxiang continued to go back to the stove room to cook the golden chicken, and after two cups of tea, Mrs. Wang came in and reported: "Big lady, that little lady Fan didn't leave, she just sat next door to our restaurant." ”

Mrs. Wang, who had just scolded a lot, was a little weaker: "She is crying while sitting, but it's strange and pitiful." I heard that her family property has been confiscated and she is now homeless. Tsk, such an eleven or twelve-year-old lady is unexpectedly unexpectedly unexpectedly unexpectedly unexpected. ”

Qin Xiangxiang put his hands in the basin of water and washed: "What's so strange about this, people go to tea and cool, and trees fall and scatter." It is a duty for others to help others, and it is also a duty to be a cold observer. ”

This sentence seems to be talking about the Fan family, and it seems to be talking about the Qin family.

Mrs. Wang shut up in disgust.

Qin Xiangxiang wrapped a few leftover Hu cakes from the morning and went out, and sure enough, he saw that Little Lady Fan was sitting on the steps next door, silently wiping her tears. There were so many tears that she even twisted the veil.

Qin Xiangxiang walked over and handed the cake to Fan Xiaoniang: "Hungry, right?" ”

Little Lady Fan didn't answer, nor did she raise her eyes: "I don't need your sympathy." ”

She originally thought that Qin Xiangxiang would continue to persuade her, but she didn't expect Qin Xiangxiang to turn around and leave: "It's quite backbone." ”

Little Lady Fan watched Qin Xiangxiang leave without looking back. walked together, and the bag of Hu Cakes.

Hungry? Of course she was hungry. I thought that I didn't know hot and cold under grief, and I didn't know hunger, but my stomach kept reminding her that she was still a mortal who would die if she didn't eat.

She thought about it, became sad again, and began to wipe her tears again.

Originally, she still had a few small denomination silver tickets on her, but after running around, those silver tickets all went into the pockets of the errand officer.

She realized that the servants had taken the money but did not help her with the feeling of resentment.

The official of Dali Temple said that her father was greedy for 18,000 yuan, which is a huge amount.

But she had never seen so much money at home. Even the silver hairpin on A-Niang's head is hollow. The clothes they wore were also sewn by themselves, and they never exceeded the rules...... Thinking about it, Little Lady Fan burst into tears again.

Her father, she must have been wronged!

She was resentful, and out of nowhere, a very fragrant smell wafted from nowhere, making her stomach rumble again.

Qin Xiangxiang came out again. This time, it was a bowl of hot soup.

She took the soup and looked at Fan Xiaoniang condescendingly: "Do you think your father is very wronged?" Want to vindicate him? ”

Little Lady Fan looked at her blankly.

Qin thought about it and said, "Then you have to fill your stomach and live hard to redress his grievances, right?" ”

That bowl of soup smells so good. Although Qin Xiangxiang is hateful, his cooking skills are excellent.

This time, Qin Xiangxiang didn't wait for Fan Xiaoniang to refuse, and put the hot soup on the steps beside her: "If you don't drink it, feed it to the dog." ”

Listen, what is this? It's hateful.

Mrs. Fan finally drank the bowl of hot soup. Later, Uncle Hai sent two more Hu Biscuits and a water bladder, and she ate them all.

Uncle Hai is old, and his speech is trembling: "Little lady, our eldest lady has ordered, if you like it, you can stay in our restaurant at night." But you can't live in vain, you have to work to pay for your wages. ”

For the sake of the old man's age, Fan Xiaoniang didn't say anything. How could she live in the Qin family's restaurant?

Spring nights come fast and cold.

Fan Xiaoniang wore linen and filial piety, but she didn't feel how cold, but when the entire waterwheel alley was closed in less than a day, and some shops didn't even have gas lamps, she felt a little scared.

I had long heard that the waterwheel alley was sparsely populated, but I didn't expect it to wither to this point. How could this lady Qin choose to open a foot shop here, aren't those sweet water alleys, Fan Towers, and Xiangguo Temple near Xiangguo Temple very good?

Just thinking about it, Uncle Hai's trembling voice suddenly came: "Little lady, if you don't enter the door again, I will be latched." ”

Little Lady Fan was about to refuse with a backbone, when a wild cat passed by and bared its teeth at her fiercely. It was as if she had taken over its turf.

Little Lady Fan screamed and rushed into the Qin family's restaurant.

In the main room in the backyard, Qin Xiangxiang had a bitter face, holding a medicine bowl, not wanting to drink medicine.

Red Sleeves was making the bed for her, and she heard Mrs. Wang asking outside: "Big lady, how should little lady Fan be placed?" ”

Qin thought about it and said to Red Sleeves: "I remember that there is a side room, just let her sleep there." ”

Red Sleeves hesitated a little: "Don't you have to stare at her?" ”

Qin Xiang looked at the medicinal juice with a smile: "No. ”

Red Sleeves was ordered to go out, and suddenly turned around: "Big lady, this medicine is going to be drunk." ”

The side house has been uninhabited for a long time, and it is a little damp, so Fan Xiaoniang walked in and sat for a while, and the red-sleeved sister who was born with a very beautiful birth brought a basin of hot water, and also brought new handkerchiefs, socks and shoes.

Her tears were falling again.

Although Red Sleeves was angry with her for framing the eldest lady, she felt very pitiful when she saw her sitting there wearing linen and filial piety, her face was pale and haggard.

"Freshen up early, get a good night's sleep, and talk about it tomorrow."

Red Sleeves closed the door.

Fan Xiaoniang thought that she couldn't sleep, but when she soaked her feet and lay down on the bamboo bed covered with old mattresses, her mind went through the situation of the past two days several times, and then she fell asleep.

The next morning, when Fan Xiaoniang woke up, Qin Xiangxiang had already gone out to the morning market to buy ingredients.

Wrapped in a headscarf and carrying a large bamboo basket, she walked in the crowd without being conspicuous at all.

The ingredients in the morning market are fresh, but there are also many people who buy them.

Qin Xiangxiang was walking with a basket on his shoulder, and there was an acquaintance next to him.

It's Mu Ting.

Both times Mu Ting appeared very unexpectedly.

Qin Xiangxiang glanced at him, and saw that he was wearing a green cloth straight embellished, and the green cloth turban was also wrapped around his head, and he looked like the most ordinary young descendant in the Beijing Division. Oh, except for the heroism that he can't hide.

The two walked for a while, Mu Ting didn't speak, and Qin didn't say anything when he thought about it.

Qin wanted to buy fresh vegetables, and he watched from the side.

Qin Xiangxiang bought a lot of ingredients, and a small vendor looked at Mu Ting again, and couldn't help but speak: "Little lady, why don't you let your family Langjun carry the basket?" ”

Mu Ting glanced at Qin Xiangxiang expressionlessly.

Qin Xiangxiang smiled: "He is not my Langjun, he is my owner." ”

"Oh!" The vendor suddenly realized.

All the way through this purchase, Mu Ting had no intention of talking to Qin Xiangxiang. Finally, Qin couldn't help thinking about it: "Mu Langjun, what do you want to do?" ”