Under the oil-paper umbrella, another thin figure spoke hesitantly: "Although I am the aunt of Little Hooves in name, I am not a serious aunt after all. Will my words be effective?"
The short and fat figure was an old woman. Hearing this, he immediately said: "Why doesn't it work? Madam is a legitimate step-in-law. She has raised the eldest lady for so many years. She has no credit but hard work. Who outside would not dare to admit it?"
Wu Jiayi didn't dare to admit it.
Mrs. Wang continued to reassure her: "Isn't there still an old slave here? The old slave has been out with my wife for so many years, and he has met a lot of people."
Wu Jiayi finally showed a smile: "Then listen to Mother Wang. Yo! What is this!" Wu Jiayi didn't pay attention and raised her foot to step on Yang Dagui's body.
Mrs. Wang quickly raised the lantern to light it, and her voice suddenly became filled with fear: "Isn't this Yang Dagui? Why is he lying here? He, he, is dead? Someone is here..."
Wu Jiayi quickly pulled her away: "Mother Wang, don't worry."
Yang Dagui, who had disappeared for two days, suddenly returned to Qin's house to lay out his body. Mrs. Wang could not be anxious: "Madam, what is this..."
Wu Jiayi smiled strangely: "Isn't this good? Previously, that little hoof said that she met Yang Dagui at Baoxiang Temple, and Yang Dagui wanted to do something wrong to her. Now a ready-made handle is coming to her door..."
Mrs. Wang instantly understood Wu Jiayi's plan: "Tell me, madam, what should we do?"
Wu Jiayi knelt down, put her fingers under Yang Dagui's nose, stood up and said, "Mother Wang, please stay here. I'll go find the dead guy from my house and carry him back together. By the way, do we know anyone in our family?" Medical engineer? It’s best if you have a tight tongue.”
Since we are in the same boat, we are our own people.
Mrs. Wang reluctantly said: "I have a fellow villager who is a medical worker. He received some favors from me in his early years, and he is very strict about it."
After receiving Mrs. Wang's consent, Wu Jiayi took the lantern from Mrs. Wang's hand and turned around to leave.
It's still raining! Mrs. Wang spat at Wu Jiayi calmly, and went to shelter from the rain without paying attention to Yang Dagui lying on the ground.
Perhaps she was doing something modest, but she didn't see her feet clearly, tripped over something, and fell.
She was old, and it took a lot of effort to stand up after this fall. Her skirt was wet and her hands were wet.
Mrs. Wang stood up, but did not dare to look back at Yang Dagui. Instead, she stood shivering in a corner sheltered from the wind, muttering silently in her heart: "Yang Dagui, if you want to blame, blame Madam, blame Wu, but never Blame me..."
She hadn't read it many times before a dim lantern quickly moved over.
"Mother Wang?" It was Wu Jiayi calling her.
Mrs. Wang quickly responded in a low voice: "Old slave is here."
Zhong Youzhi was originally lying in a warm quilt, but was temporarily dragged out by Wu Jiayi, blowing the cold wind and rain, and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "Where is he?"
"It's over there." Mrs. Wang quickly pointed to where Yang Dagui was lying.
Zhong Youzhi walked over holding a lantern, and Wu Jiayi followed suit holding an umbrella.
But where is anyone on the ground? Not to mention people, even the traces of people lying there were washed away by the drizzle.
Mrs. Wang and Wu Jiayi looked at each other, suspecting that they had seen a ghost. But just now, it was clear that it was Yang Dagui! It doesn't matter if one person is dazzled, but two people can't be dazzled at the same time.
With a sizzling sound, the hot oil is poured on the chopped green onions and minced garlic, giving off an alluring aroma.
The crystal clear finely chopped ham is paired with the equally finely chopped pork meat and finely chopped lettuce, set off with green chopped green onions and white minced garlic, which is actually a bit pretty.
This bowl of flat food from the eldest lady is too tempting.
Even Hong Xiu, who was usually very disciplined in eating, couldn't help but swallow.
Qin Xiangxiang took two small bowls, scooped some out of each, and then pushed the bowls in front of the two of them: "Try it and give your true evaluation."
Hong Xiu carefully scooped some with a spoon, blew it gently, and put it into her mouth.
As soon as Bianshi was in her mouth, her eyes lit up: "It's delicious!" Bianshi was a very common food in Sheng Kingdom. In the Qin family, the kitchen workers also often make flat food. But she had never eaten such delicious flat food. It’s really, really delicious! Wait, could it be that the eldest lady cooks her own meals because she thinks the Qin family's cooks are not good at cooking?
No wonder the eldest lady is obsessed with opening a foot shop. This kind of craftsmanship can support a foot shop without any problem.
Tian Xiang was more cautious. After trying it twice, he nodded reluctantly: "My lady's craftsmanship is indeed amazing."
Hongxiu hesitated for a while and then said: "But in a foot shop, ingredients like this are a bit expensive, right?" Even the two maids didn't have many opportunities to eat ham in a year.
Qin Xiangxiang nodded: "Ham is indeed expensive, but the ham sold in our foot shop will have different prices because customers choose to add different ingredients. In a word, thrift depends on the person."
Hongxiu said: "Madam, this is a good idea."
Qin Xiangxiang was actually a little tired. He relaxed his waist and looked tired: "When your hands get better, start learning how to make flat food."
In the final analysis, we still have to let them live with the fumes.
Tianxiang pouted her lips but said nothing.
Hong Xiu agreed: "Yes."
Qin Xiangxiang stood up and only ordered: "Put away the dishes and chopsticks after eating. And, Tianxiang, bring me a bucket of hot water to the room. I want to freshen up."
Qin Xiangxiang specifically mentioned her name, and Tian Xiang had no choice but to agree: "Yes, Madam."
Qin Xiangxiang didn't say anything more, and Shi Shiran left.
There was a steady spring rain outside, and the chill penetrated into the house silently.
There was movement in the kitchen. Two maids were washing dishes and talking quietly.
But Qin Xiangxiang didn't think about listening to the wall. She was cleaning the foot shop today and cooking and making snacks at night, so she was indeed exhausted.
She was half lying on the bed, leaning on the old pillow, thinking quietly.
I don’t know where her father stayed in such weather. Did he just arrive at the inn to check in, or was he on his way? His wound shouldn't heal that quickly due to the bumps, right? Her father, I think, although he came from a farming family, he had long been unable to adapt to the hard life outside after so many years of pampering. And Mrs. Zhong, Qin Wanwan and the two younger brothers have never suffered like that, right?
But she didn't miss her biological father and the Qin family for long. In just a moment, she took out a booklet from the pillow.
When I opened the pamphlet, I found the names of many officials written in it.
Qin Xiangxiang looked at the name of Marquis Mu Lei written at the end of the booklet, and shook his head slightly: "In the end, it was all about the military attache."
She pulled out an ordinary hairpin from her bun and turned it with her hand. The hairpin turned into a charcoal pen that could be used for writing.
She wrote Li Zhuang's name on the booklet.
Although written in charcoal, her handwriting is very powerful.
"There must be something fishy about Li Zhuang's death."
After a pause, she wrote again: "I hope daddy arrives safely and smoothly."
