Before Die'er could finish her words, the maid Magpie came into the house with a smile and a tray.
"The madam has ordered the slave to bring breakfast to the young mistress," she said.
Looking up, he saw that Yang Wenxuan was also there. Magpie lowered his head hurriedly, bowed and saluted.
"This slave has met the master and wishes him well," she said.
Yang Wenxuan's eyes fell on the tray held by Magpie.
Sixty-year-old vermicelli, egg pancakes, golden shrimp rolls, red bean and millet porridge, baby greens, and a bowl of milk with a strong milky flavor.
"These are the breakfasts prepared by Madam for Young Madam?" Yang Wenxuan asked.
Magpie nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, madam said, the mansion has been reducing expenses recently, and the young madam is in a special situation, so these things were made for the young madam with my own money."
"The madam also asked the slave to come over and ask the young madam, what kind of food do you want to eat for lunch? It is better to let the cooks in the kitchen prepare it in advance."
After saying this, Magpie placed everything in the tray on the table.
Then he stood aside respectfully with a tray in his hand and said, "Madam, please have breakfast. If you have any orders, just give them. Your servant is waiting at the door."
After saying that, Magpie bowed to Mr. Xie and Yang Wenxuan, turned around and left the house.
Here, Die'er rushed to the table and looked carefully at the rich breakfast on the table, a little unbelievable.
Yang Wenxuan took his eyes away from the food, glanced at Die'er with some displeasure, then turned to Mrs. thing."
Xie was stunned and raised her head, "I..."
"You are all women in my backyard. Although I haven't given you a title yet, you are still my wife and concubine."
"I'm doing business outside, and it's very tiring and hard."
"Ma'am, it's not easy to help me take care of the backyard. Those of you who are not involved in childbirth, just be calm and don't cause trouble all the time."
After saying this, Yang Wenxuan's serious eyes fell on the maid Die'er: "As a maid, you shouldn't stir up trouble. Even if the master is really unhappy, you should persuade and coax the master to be happy instead of just fanning the flames. Bring the rhythm!”
"Next time something like this happens to me, I'll just take him out and take care of him!"
After saying these words, Yang Wenxuan left Mr. Xie's house with a gloomy face.
In the room, Ms. Xie stood up and took two steps forward, trying to explain something. What greeted her was the door slammed shut by Yang Wenxuan.
Ms. Xie fell back to the bed with a dejected look on her face, turned around and lay on the quilt and started crying.
Die'er came to the bedside and advised with a distressed look on her face: "Miss, I'm sorry, it was my slave who spoke too quickly and caused you trouble..."
"This slave deserves to die, this slave really deserves to die..."
Die'er raised her hand and hit her mouth hard twice.
Ms. Xie turned around and said to Die'er: "This is none of your business. Some people are too scheming. They knew that the master came to my house and did this on purpose..."
Die'er naturally knew who some of the people Mr. Xie was talking about were referring to, and they were none other than Mr. Zhou in the main room!
"Miss, what should we do? Wuwuwu..." Die'er covered her face and cried again.
Xie shook his head, also looking confused.
"We've already arrived, what else can we do now?" she said.
"Just make do with it day by day!" Xie said.
Die'er stopped crying, turned to look at the breakfast on the table over there, and said to Mrs. Xie: "Miss, it's rare to have such a rich breakfast this morning. Come and eat it quickly. No matter it's a routine or something, eat it till you're full." It’s always right.”
Xie wanted to say not to eat, but her stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
With Die'er's help, he came to the table and just as he sat down, Magpie entered the room with a stern face, followed by a servant girl who also had a coffin face.
The two of them walked straight to the table without saying a word, and put all the breakfast on the table onto the trays they were carrying.
When Die'er saw it, she became anxious and hurried over to stop him.
"What are you doing? The young lady hasn't touched the chopsticks yet, why do you want to take them away?" Die'er asked in surprise.
The maid was still tidying up quickly, and the magpie came over to block the butterfly.
Because she was a bit taller than Die'er, she looked at Die'er condescendingly: "Madam said, the young lady is in a special condition now, so these cold foods cannot be given to the young madam, otherwise she will have a bad stomach. It’s serious.”
Die'er was angry and said: "What? These things were just put up and they are still hot. Why are they cold? You did it on purpose?"
Magpie pushed Die'er away and said impatiently: "We are here to do things under the order of the madam. If you have any dissatisfaction, go and tell the madam yourself. It is useless to talk to us!"
The things on the table were quickly cleared, and the magpie left the house with the servant girl.
In the room, Die'er was so angry that she almost fainted. Xie even threw herself into the quilt. She couldn't control it anymore and burst into tears.
In the next few days, Zhou became even more harsh on Xie.
Not only in terms of food, but also in terms of daily necessities.
Mrs. Xie was not even treated like a low-class maid in the mansion, so Die'er took out Mr. Xie's money and went to the backyard kitchen to make some arrangements.
The money was swallowed up, but food and other things were still the same as usual.
The master and servant were locked up in Zhou's courtyard and were not allowed to go anywhere.
Die'er can also come out to pour night fragrance, fetch water, and walk around a few times, but the scope of her activities is limited to this yard.
Xie's situation was even worse, as her range of activities was her own room.
As time passes, I am trapped in a prison!
In just a few days, Ms. Xie lost several pounds. On such a day, on April 26 of the lunar calendar, the old Yang family of Changping Village entered the family tree.
According to the rules, Mrs. Xie, as the widow of the eldest grandson, also had to attend the family banquet and greet the guests with her mother-in-law Mrs. Zhou.
The twenty-sixth day of the fourth lunar month.
Yang Ruoqing and the others gathered in Lao Yangtou's house as soon as they got up early in the morning.
Today, Lao Yangtou has put on a new set of clothes, has his hair and beard trimmed, and he looks refreshed and energetic.
After waiting for most of my life, searching for most of my life, I finally found my roots. I finally want to return to my roots and add my name and the names of my descendants to the family tree.
Old Yangtou was excited and relieved, unable to describe his mood at this moment in words.
Yang Huazhong and other brothers were also very excited. They sat next to Lao Yangtou and discussed eagerly about entering the family tree when they returned.
Yang Ruoqing took a moment to notice that among these people, except for Old Yangtou, the level of excitement and excitement of her fourth uncle Yang Huaming was also remarkable.
He ran in and out, constantly looking at the door, hoping that Yang Wenxuan and others in the front yard would come earlier to call everyone to the Yang family's ancestral hall.
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