The little lucky wife of a peasant family, the chief minister pinches her waist and dotes on her

Chapter 61 Shocked the jaws of all the ladies in Beijing

"How brave are you?" The lady was dumbfounded. A girl she recognized dared to be so rude in front of the Marquis Chengen's house.

However, the Marquis Chengen's Mansion was not angry at all, and instead prepared such a grand recognition banquet for her.

What does this mean?
It shows that the Marquis of Chengen likes her very much.

Then the daughter said she was rude, who was lying?
"Yan'er, you should have less contact with Yan Shumei in the future. After all, she is a concubine." After all, Mrs. Cheng has experienced more.

Cheng Xueyan nodded and understood.

Yes, if the Chengenhou Mansion really hated this proposed marriage, why did they hold such a grand wedding recognition banquet?

Yan Shumei fell in love with the second young master and wanted to make him his equal wife. This was something that most of the people in the capital knew very well.

While the mother and daughter were talking, they came to the gate.

Master Cheng asked his servants to send a list of congratulatory gifts. The two brothers Ye Hongxiu who were waiting at the door to greet the guests bowed to him and thanked him.

Lord Cheng also returned the gift, and then took his family into the Marquis Cheng'en Mansion.

When they were about to separate from mother and daughter, Mr. Cheng whispered a few words: "Yan'er, your mother is right, you must have a good relationship with the new lady of the Hou Mansion."

"Don't show disgust."

Cheng Xueyan responded quickly: "Dad, don't worry, my daughter understands."

"Okay, as long as you understand." Mr. Cheng nodded with satisfaction, and then walked towards the front yard.

Mrs. Cheng took Cheng Xueyan to the backyard. There were all kinds of plum blossoms in the garden, which were very beautiful.

The sun was shining brightly today, and a lady who had arrived earlier saw the mother and daughter coming and quickly greeted them.

"Mrs. Cheng, this way."

"Mrs. Wang, I didn't expect you to arrive first." Mrs. Cheng sat down with a cheerful smile.

Mrs. Wang smiled, covered her face with a handkerchief, and said in a low voice: "My family lives close by. Besides, aren't you curious about who this new lady of the Hou Mansion is?"

"Aren't you curious?"

Looking at Mrs. Wang's eyes, Mrs. Cheng also covered it with a handkerchief and whispered, "I'm naturally curious."

"Haha, isn't that what it is?"

"However, I haven't seen anyone yet. I heard that he is a farmer from Anle Mansion."

"I heard that this farmer saved the lives of the second young master and his wife, so the second young master recognized her as his sister."

"Is there such a thing?" It was obviously the first time Mrs. Cheng had heard of it.

Mrs. Wang nodded matter-of-factly and said, "However, I do think this peasant woman has some abilities."

"It's surprising that the Marquis Cheng'en's Mansion could hold such a large family recognition banquet." Mrs. Wang whispered again.

"Hey, what are you two whispering about there?" Mrs. Yan came over with Yan Shumei. When she saw the two whispering to each other, she couldn't help but make a few comments.

These upright ladies often laugh at her as a concubine who fills a house.

When Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Cheng saw her coming, they felt disdainful, but they still greeted each other with smiles on their faces.

"Mrs. Wang and I are just chatting here about our family's son who is giving me a headache. He is almost nineteen and refuses to get married and have children."

Mrs. Cheng chuckled and changed the topic.

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. There is no point in being anxious." Mrs. Wang also said with a smile.

Mrs. Yan curled her lips, knowing that those two people were definitely not talking about these words, but if they don't want to tell you the truth, what can you do?
"If you put it that way, it would be nice to have a niece in my mother's family. Mrs. Cheng, would you like to consider it?"

"My elder brother is now a fifth-rank scholar. Although his official position is not as high as Mr. Cheng's, his children are in-laws, and your son has no fame, but he is a good match, right?"

Mrs. Cheng opened her mouth speechlessly: "Thank you, Mrs. Yan, for your kindness. I can't control my son. I just let him play for another two years."

"I heard that Mr. Cheng is already nineteen, right? Do you want to play for another two years?" Mrs. Yan had an unhappy look in her eyes.This is obviously because she looks down upon her niece.

Mrs. Cheng was about to say something when voices came from ahead.

Seeing that it was her sister coming over, Mrs. Cheng apologized and immediately ran forward.

"Haha, with her son's virtues, why can't he look down on my niece?" Mrs. Yan snorted coldly, and Mrs. Wang smiled awkwardly and walked away.

Mrs. Yan sneered, this was her daughter-in-law’s family after all.

These people didn't take her seriously.

After a while, Hao Qiuyue's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came over, and everyone looked at them.

I only saw a fair-skinned and beautiful little woman beside Mrs. Hou.

There was no disgraced woman in gorgeous clothes behind her. After searching for a long time, all the ladies and ladies finally looked at the beautiful fairy-like woman as if they had seen a ghost.

"This, is this the peasant woman?" Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Cheng looked at each other, both seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.

Hao Qiuyue glanced at everyone's expressions, feeling proud.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my daughter's recognition banquet. This is Ning Qiyue, the newly recognized daughter of our Chengenhou Mansion."

"Yue'er, these are the ladies and ladies who came to attend your marriage recognition banquet."

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." Ning Qiyue smiled softly, feeling blessed slightly.

The ladies and ladies also came to their senses and quickly saluted her.

"I met Miss San."

"Sit, sit, have you ever tasted the snacks on the table today?" Hao Qiuyue asked with a smile.

Mrs. Wang said happily: "This pastry is exquisite and sweet but not greasy. I wonder where Mrs. Hou bought it?"

Hao Qiuyue smiled mysteriously, then looked at Ning Qiyue: "These pastries are not bought, they are baked by my Yue'er herself."

"My family will open a dim sum shop in the capital in a few months. If you like it, you can buy it and taste it."

These ladies and ladies secretly sighed that this peasant woman was as noble as the empress in the palace.

They originally expected to see a joke, but they saw a gray-headed peasant woman with withered hair and a sallow complexion, dressed in rich clothes.

Unexpectedly, this peasant woman turned out to be like a fairy.

She has such good craftsmanship and even wants to open a shop. Is she really just an ordinary peasant woman?
Could this Ning Qiyue be the legitimate young lady left behind by the Marquis of Chengen?
"I didn't expect that Miss San made these snacks herself. They are really delicious. These pastries are so beautiful. We have never seen them before."

After a lady tasted it, she couldn't help but praise it.

"Indeed, I am a pastry lover. I have tasted pastries from the north, south and even other countries."

"I have never seen any of these before. This one is like a lotus flower blooming in layers."

“The middle is sweet but not greasy, and the outer shell is crispy and delicious.”

"This pastry is called Lotus Crisp." Ning Qiyue introduced with a smile.

The lady who praised the lotus cake sighed: "It fits, it fits."

"Miss Third, what is this?" Another lady picked up a piece of pastry and asked.

Ning Qiyue returned: "This pastry is called horseshoe cake, and it is made from a fruit grown underground."

"Horse hoof, I really have never heard of it." The woman looked at the crystal clear pastries. Even in winter, she couldn't help but eat two pieces.

"Madam, have you been so angry lately that you have been suffering from night sweats and can't sleep at night?"

Ning Qiyue could tell at a glance that the lady was not feeling well, otherwise most people would not choose to eat this cold-looking pastry.

(End of this chapter)