C11 (1/2)
”Madam …” ”I don't want silver taels.” Xiaowan already knew that the silver would not solve the problem, she felt that Mrs. Sun was a little strange, but she had no choice but to reply, ”I am working in the shop, please feel free to tell me anything, madam.”
Mrs. Sun looked at her with a smile. He returned the bowl and chopsticks to the water bowl and suddenly grabbed Xiaowan's wrist.
Because she was afraid of exposing the wounds, Xiaowan did not dare to roll up her sleeves to work, and could only let them get wet.
”Did the people in the shop mistreat you?” Mrs. Sun asked in pain, ”I saw it yesterday, Xiao'er, does Manager Ling treat you well?”
”No.” Xiaowan hurriedly hid her hands behind her back, lowering her head with her long eyelashes.
When she was young, her stepmother would beat her, and when she was cared for by the people in the village, her stepmother would say that she went to find someone to complain about her reputation, and then beat her even more. Time and again, the Xiaowan would never show her wounds to anyone.
”We brought medicine with us, how about I apply it on you? Otherwise, with scars on his face and his beautiful hands, he won't look so good. ” Mrs. Sun was as gentle as a Buddha, ”Evening, are you still in pain?”
”I'm fine.” Xiaowan shook her head and raised her eyes, ”Madam, what do you have to tell me?”
”Nothing important …” The Mrs. Sun's eyes seemed to hide a myriad of emotions as he slowly said this.
In the afternoon, the two ladies were having dessert. Uncle Biao looked at the big and sturdy people, but had extremely exquisite culinary skills.
A bowl of red bean soup, with its small and exquisite glutinous rice balls scattered around. Like a white snow and red plum, it was poured with a spoonful of crystal clear cinnamon nectar.
”Send it to the ladies. Aunt left you a big bowl, come back and eat it.” The Aunt Zhang smiled merrily and wiped the soup clean, then said to the Xiaowan, ”It's not easy to serve that Second Madam, so you don't have to bother with her. If she wants to eat anything, just listen to her and tell the Uncle Biao.”
Xiaowan replied and carefully sent the red bean soup upstairs. She went to ”Cloud Lai” first and only after a while did she knock on ”Cloud Pen” 's door with another bowl of soup.
The servant brought her in. Xiaowan placed the red bean soup on the table and said softly, ”Madam, this is a dessert. Please enjoy it.”
The enchanting woman got down from the couch, lazily sat down at the table, and fiddled with her spoon a few times.
The round glutinous rice ball was bobbing up and down in the soup. She glanced at Xiaowan with ill intentions, and the servant girl beside her pretended to say, ”You're from the countryside, so you don't dare to give my wife random food to eat. Who knows if your soup is clean or not.
”Me?” Xiaowan hurriedly took two steps back, ”This is a snack for the mistress, I can't eat it.”
The master and servant looked at each other as if they were suspecting something. The servant girl then went up to capture them fiercely. ”The mistress has given you food, why can't you eat it? Quickly come and eat it.”
Xiaowan was pushed to the side of the table, while the servant girl used a spoon to send the soup into her mouth. Since Xiaowan refused to obey, the two of them pushed each other around, causing the servant girl's hand to slip and throw the bowl of red bean soup out, smashing it on the ground.
He looked panicked as he saw the red bean soup on the floor. His eyes flashed as he said: ”What are you doing? This is outside, don't embarrass the Master.”
Just as Second Madam was about to flare up, he saw Ling Chaofeng coming over. He stood in front of the door and did not come in, and asked politely: ”Madam, are you shocked?”
Aunt Zhang also came upstairs, as if she was used to this kind of scene, she laughed and chatted, and quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground.
The group returned back to the kitchen. Aunt Zhang took out a silver hairpin from her hair bun and inserted it into the brooch that she prepared earlier. A dark shadow quickly covered the silver hairpin.
Everyone's gaze turned to look at Xiaowan, who retreated back in a panic, her face pale from fright.
”Wan-Er, what's going on?” The Aunt Zhang asked nervously.
Ling Chaofeng was furious, with one hand, he pulled Xiaowan and sneaked her out of the kitchen. She was almost carried upstairs to their ”wedding room.” Ling Chaofeng did not have the slightest bit of compassion for his and threw her into the room. With a stern expression, he said: ”Don't meddle in other people's business.”
The two of them stared at each other. Ling Chaofeng was angry, but he did not know what Xiaowan was feeling. She had always been afraid of trembling the moment he saw his.
”Stay in the house. It's none of your business.” Ling Chaofeng scolded in a low voice, ”I'll come take care of you after the guests have left.”
Xiaowan did not reply him. With a stubborn aura, she quickly closed the door.
The Second Madam did not become a demon, nor did the Mrs. Sun come to look for him. She secretly peeked outside through the gap in the door, only seeing a few guards and maids chatting softly below.
It was not until before sunset that the Aunt Zhang quietly came and brought the Red Bean Soup for him to eat.
The red beans were soft and rotten, the soup was sweet and refreshing, the dumplings were soft and didn't stick to one's teeth, and the fragrance of the osmanthus nectar was refreshing. Xiaowan's depressed mood was completely swept away.
”Aunt.” Xiaowan held onto the bowl of soup tenderly and said softly, ”I didn't poison it.”