Nongmen noble girl, she was conferred a god by her beauty

Chapter 236 Kitchen Killer Yang Nanny
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Waiting for someone to leave.

Two figures stepped out from another corner of the alley.

Lu Chuan's eyes widened, and he sighed in disbelief: "Master, this little brother is too cruel to attack, isn't it?"

He didn't let the other party take a breath at all.

After a pause, his expression paused, "My lord, why is Xiaojun Rong and Miss Chu's attendants together?"

He really couldn't figure out how, with Rong Xiaojun Wang's arrogant and wanton temperament, he could stand with a servant and laugh very "coquettishly".

Lu Shijing subconsciously wanted to catch up with them, but he was stopped by Lu Chuan.

"Father, no."

The King of Rong Xiaojun only offended the people from the Four Seas Gambling Shop, and his temper was too unscrupulous, so there was no guarantee that he would not offend other enemies.

"There is no friendship between the Zhen Guo General's Mansion and the Rong County Prince's Mansion, so we don't need to get involved in this muddy water."

Lu Shijing turned his head and glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "You should find time to check your eyes."

Lu Chuan was dumbfounded.

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Confused, "Master, my subordinate's eyes are very good."

Lu Shijing looked at him lightly, "Are you sure?" He retracted his gaze, and his ink eyes were aimed at Chu Wanning's receding back, with deep eyes, "You can't recognize such a big person, and you still say that your eyes are fine?"

You can't even remember the face of your future mistress, so why do you need him?

It was simply a stumbling block in his pursuit of his wife.

Lu Chuan was extremely curious, "Grandpa, did your subordinates recognize anyone?"

"Which eye of yours sees that the master is going for King Rong Xiaojun?" Lu Shijing paused, his face indifferent.

Lu Chuan frowned, and recalled the appearance of the three Rong Xiaojun Wangs before.

One is the notorious King Rong Xiaojun.

One is Miss Chu's entourage.

Who is that other?

He thought for a long time, his eyes widened suddenly, "Master, just, just now. That's, that's Miss Chu?"

Don't blame him either.

Who knew that Miss Chu didn't wear women's clothing well, and she came out in men's clothing in the middle of the night and wandered outside, accompanied by a generous Rong Xiaojun Wang.

Lu Shijing didn't say a word, but the expression on his face said it all.

Lu Chuan's heart died instantly.

Thinking of the unclear relationship between Miss Chu and my father, and then thinking about coughing and coughing with Miss Luoluo, I got off topic, in short, he just said the wrong thing.

Lu Shijing's attention was not on him at the moment.

A few traces of coldness flashed across his black eyes, and his voice became colder and colder, "The Holy Majesty said that gambling houses outside the palace are not allowed, so why are there still people obediently obeying them? Tomorrow morning, I hope that the Four Seas gambling houses will disappear in the capital."

Lu Chuan touched the back of his head in confusion, "There is no such thing, my lord, when did the Holy Majesty issue such an order?"

"It will be available tomorrow." Lu Shijing tidied up his cuffs slowly.

Lu Chuan looked up at him in disbelief.

Grandpa has changed.

In the past, my grandfather would never do such a thing that was indiscriminate between public and private.

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In the early morning of the next day, in Shaohua courtyard, all the maids in charge of sweeping the courtyard got up and were doing their work in an orderly manner.

After a while, when the sky was completely bright, Nanny Yang also came out of the small kitchen, and walked slowly to Chu Wanning's bedroom on the second floor.

"Hello, Mammy." Chuncai, the second-class maid guarding the door, hurriedly saluted Mammy Yang.

Nanny Yang nodded lightly, and glanced at the closed door in front of her again, "Young lady hasn't gotten up yet?"

Chuncai took a step forward slightly, lowered her head and said respectfully: "Go back to the mother, the slaves entered the room earlier, the eldest girl told me that I didn't sleep well last night, and I want to sleep more today, so don't go in if there is no need to wait." disturb."

Nanny Yang frowned, "Did the girl have a nightmare last night?"

Chuncai thought for a while, then shook her head, "I never heard that."

"It's not a nightmare, so why can't I sleep well?" Nanny Yang frowned tightly, "Let the old servant go in and ask."

Chuncai couldn't hold back, and reminded in a low voice: "Nurse, it's not that the slaves are talking too much, and the eldest girl's tone was not very good earlier. Calling her at this time may make the eldest girl angry."

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Nanny Yang pondered for a moment, and finally backed down, "Okay, let the eldest girl sleep for another half an hour. When the time comes, no matter what method you use, you have to wake the girl up for breakfast."

She was not afraid of Chu Wanning's anger, but really cared about her girl's body.

Since it was difficult to fall asleep last night, it would not be a problem to sleep more.

It's just that breakfast is still to be eaten.

After thinking about it, several delicious medicinal meals flashed through Yang Nanny's mind, and she ordered with a smile: "Take care of the girl, the old servant will go back to the small kitchen first, and let people put this morning's meal on the stove to warm it up. The girl can eat it when she gets up."

"Yes! Mammy, don't worry, the eldest girl and her servants will definitely pass on Mammy's words." Chuncai hurriedly agreed.

As long as Nanny Yang doesn't force her way, everything is easy to discuss.

However, Nanny Yang had already turned around and returned to the small kitchen, carefully preparing medicinal meals for Chu Wanning to nourish her body.

When Chu Wanning got up from a full sleep, came to the side hall after washing, and saw the pile of medicinal food on the table, she was as calm as she was, and her expression changed a little.

Especially the sympathy in Luo Luo's eyes that had not faded away made Chu Wanning even more confused.

"What is this?" She turned her head to look at Nanny Yang.

Nanny Yang cleared her throat and smiled slightly: "Girl, Chuncai said that you were not well last night, and the old slave remembered that he had seen some medicinal prescriptions prescribed by the imperial doctor in the palace before, so he personally made a few for you. Tao regulates the body."

Chu Wanning raised her eyebrows slightly, "How many are these?"

There is a table full.

Nanny Yang was also a little guilty, and smiled sarcastically: "It's been a long time since I did anything, so I got stuck in it for a while, so I did a few more things."

These are minor issues.

In the next second, he greeted: "Girl, try this nourishing soup made with fresh pigeon and ginseng antlers. The old slave has been staring at the small kitchen for a long time."

Chu Wanning really couldn't refuse Yang Nanny's sparkling eyes.

Sitting on the side, he stretched out his hand to take the small bowl scooped up by Madam Yang. He swiped the white spoon in the porcelain bowl and smelled it again.

Nanny Yang urged, "I haven't cooked for a long time, but Luoluo took a sip just now and said it's delicious! Girl, how about you taste it?"

Chu Wanning glanced at Luoluo suspiciously.

Luoluo paused for a moment, and quickly gave an excuse, "Girl, I remember that the house has not been tidied up yet, so I will take my leave first."

Chu Wanning's eyes darkened.

This reaction is wrong!

Normally, when she saw something delicious, Luo Luo Ding would rush forward, how could she show such an indescribable expression.

Nanny Yang also found it strange that she was not focused on her own girl at this time, but she didn't delve into it too much, "Girl, the soup is getting cold, take a sip."

Chu Wanning, whose hospitality was hard to turn down, was "forced" to take a sip.

And then never again.
She swallowed that mouthful of pigeon soup expressionlessly, and said in a suffocated voice, "It's delicious."

Nanny Yang's eyes brightened, "Miss, drink a few more sips, this is the prescription written by the imperial physician in the palace. If the old slave hadn't dealt with him several times at that time, the imperial physician would not have taught him such a good thing. old slave"

(End of this chapter)