Chapter 687 A Grand Gift

case. Her commotion, coupled with her delicate appearance like a little white flower, caught the attention of her middle-aged father who was always peering through the cat's eye. He immediately opened..."

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Yao Gongzi's personal maid frowned displeasuredly, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Dong Qinglian who walked in.

What are you doing

Dong Qinglian glanced at Yao Gongzi's maidservant, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

Her personal maid immediately knelt down to plead guilty, even showing her burnt red hand.

"My lady, I apologize. It was my fault. I told this sister that I would bring the hangover soup to the garden, but she didn't believe me. Because of my clumsiness, I dropped the hangover soup."

After hearing what her own maidservant had said, Dong Qinglian disliked Yao Gongzi's personal maid even more. Before she even entered the Yao family, on her own turf, a nameless nobody dared to trip up her own maidservant, clearly not treating her with any respect.

Despite her displeasure, Dong Qinglian didn't show it on her face. She directly addressed the maid kneeling beside her:

"Why are things so sloppy It's because you didn't explain clearly. Xiao Ya didn't let you take it away because of that. This is entrance material after all, being cautious is right. Go get your punishment yourself!"

Yes, Miss!

The maid naturally understood her young mistress's gaze and immediately exited the kitchen.

"Xiao Ya, I did indeed make an appointment with your young master to enjoy the moon and help him sober up. The sobering soup is already prepared, so I would ask you to brew another pot. Since you don't trust what goes into his mouth, then you should watch it yourself. What do you think"

Dong Qing spoke in a calm and composed manner.

Xia Ya understood.

Xiaoya lowered her eyes and spoke respectfully, but the clenched fist betrayed her true feelings.

Ripples lay on the roof and watched a good show. It was obvious that this Xia was serving Yaodai Gongzi closely, so she had hostility towards the future mistress, but because of her status, she couldn't do anything.

And Dong Qinglian also saw Xiao Ya's intentions and had already started to suppress him. She was certain that on the way to Kyoto, this Xiao Ya would die. Dong Qinglian never showed mercy to those who coveted everything she had, just like how she treated the original body.

Xiao Ya could only accept the hangover soup ingredients passed by the kitchen helper. She started brewing the hangover soup all by herself in the kitchen.

Even the old woman in the kitchen spoke in a strange and enigmatic tone:

"A few of us old geezers are better off staying in the kitchen, lest little Miss Xia fails to brew the hangover soup, and Master Yao grows displeased with us. If something goes wrong, we'll be blamed."

“Don’t talk so much. We have some wine left over from the feast today, so it's cheaper for us. Let's have a couple of drinks to unwind. When Xia Ya finishes her errands, we'll come back and clean up the kitchen. Don't just stand here in the way.”

After the two gossipy women left, only Xiao Ya was left in the kitchen.

The ripples hadn't left, still waiting here. As the hangover soup was ready, a little servant rushed into the kitchen and said to Xiaoyà:

"Little Ya, hurry and take a look, young master is throwing a tantrum and looking for you!"

Little Ya was also startled, dropping the fan in her hand, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and running out after him. Lianyi had been waiting for just this moment.

She flipped over and jumped down from the roof, climbing through the back kitchen window. She then pulled out a tube of clear liquid and poured it into the mulled wine, her ears twitching as she immediately ducked behind the water tank. It was night, and the head chef had already left, so the firelight was dim. If you didn't look closely, her hiding place would be completely unnoticed.

Xia was the one who came back and forth. At this time, she muttered softly:

"Humph! You think you can trick me into leading the tiger away from its mountain Not a chance!"

Then she quickly poured the hangover soup into a white porcelain bowl, placed it on a tray and served it. Not long after she left, Dong Qinglian's maid entered the kitchen and headed straight for the hangover soup, only to find it was empty. She stomped her foot in anger and turned around to run out of the kitchen.

Ripple then calmly left the kitchen and quickly returned to the inn, along the way she couldn't help but ask Shiju:

"Have you had the hangover soup, Young Master Yao"

"Cheers!"

The stone mill immediately answered.

"You've really outdone yourself this time, Young Master Yao's life is going to be hard from now on!"

He wasn't a good person to begin with, I was already being generous by not pressing charges.

"What you gave him was interstellar gene-defective fluid, at most three generations, he'll be extinct."

"You're exaggerating. A body drained by wine and women isn't as tough as an alien warrior. I bet he wouldn't last a single generation."

During this brief moment of silence between their conversation, she had already returned to her guest room, lying down on the prepared mat and falling asleep.

I will keep an eye on it.

It seems the stone mill has decided to participate in this wager.

The next morning, the Song family of four checked out of their room and followed the bustling crowd towards Wanshan Town's only temple. The more they walked, the more crowded it became. Both sides of the road were filled with vendors setting up stalls for the temple fair. Ancient people had limited entertainment options, and temple fairs were a popular form of public amusement, so participation rates were quite high.

Now, Tiger is riding on Song Dachuan's neck, directing his father and the whole family to visit each stall one by one. But Tiger is very well-behaved; he wouldn't buy anything from every stall he sees. He would just take a look at the interesting things to satisfy his curiosity, then move on to the next stall.

The more Tiger behaved this way, the more his family cherished him. They bought him a small wooden horse and also candy people. The whole family happily went to Wanshan Temple, burned incense, worshipped Buddha, Hui's mother fulfilled her vow, and Tiger also kowtowed to the Buddha. The four of them hurried back to Zhangjia Village before sunset.

In the following days, Young Master Yao's people were still frantically searching for the letter and jade pendant. Meanwhile, Lian Yi continued to care for Hu Zi, helping him recover and doing some light work.

In the blink of an eye, autumn arrived, followed closely by the harvest season. However, Young Master Yao had found nothing and was forced to accept Lady Dong Er's dowry and set off for the capital.

When Miss Dong Er left, she had sixty-four sedan chairs carrying her dowry. People from Zhangjia Village who went to see the commotion came back and specially went to Song Dachuan's house to find Lian Yi and told her about the grandeur of the occasion. They were obviously feeling sorry for her, and just like that, she missed an opportunity to go to Kyoto.

But none of the Song family members regretted it. In Zhang Huiniang's eyes, that wasn't a place of wealth and prosperity, but a den of dragons and tigers. They were farmers who didn't have so many thoughts; they would rather live a simple life.

And the ointment their daughter bought from Puji Tang worked very well. The scar looked like it had shrunk a little more than before, giving them hope and taking their minds off other things.

Harvest has begun, and it's a busy time again. Song Dachuan and his wife work from dawn till dusk, harvesting all the wheat from their five-acre field. Next comes drying, threshing, and milling, storing bag after bag of grain in the warehouse. Having surplus food at home brings joy to the whole family.

"This year, there are ripples between us. We both feel a little easier. After the harvest season is over, I didn't lose weight but gained a few pounds instead."

Song Dachuan was weaving a bamboo basket in the main room, chatting with Hui Niang who was embroidering.

"The ripples were afraid we wouldn't eat well if we worked so hard, so she cut a lot of meat and made all sorts of delicious dishes for us. Every time she went to deliver the food, the aroma attracted even the nearby farmers harvesting wheat, their mouths watering. We couldn't help but gain weight."

Hui's mother also smiled and said, her words tinged with proud satisfaction.

"Our daughter is good at cooking. If she practices hard, she could make a living from it in the future. It's a pretty good skill."of consideration for her service to the Crown Princess, let her leave with some dignity. Her family should accompany her on her journey.Yes, Your Highness.Su An responded with a sound, then turned and...