First daughter mad concubine: the best baby rascal

This kind of politeness is really rare, and people can't help but like it.

"it is good."

Smelling the delicious food, one knew it was the masterpiece of the newly hired chef, who was said to be a famous chef in Yangzhou.Yun Qingkuang is really very resourceful. In just a few days, he has already found so many servants who suit his wishes to serve him.

Money is only one of the reasons, the most important thing is heart.

This girl named Fennel has very fair skin, as the saying goes, one white covers three ugliness, so it is quite interesting.

"I heard from the leader that your hometown is in the south of the Yangtze River. If you come to work here after such a long distance, can your parents rest assured that you will come here alone?"

Fennel raised her head and smiled slightly, and said very naturally: "There are three younger brothers in the family. I work here, and the wages are enough to feed and clothe them. My parents are already very satisfied."

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What a good girl, looking at her smile, she doesn't feel aggrieved at all for herself, on the contrary, she is happy to be able to share the burden for the family.Qianqian couldn't help but couldn't bear it, considering my modern age, I would have to be in my 30s, and now asking such a young girl to take care of me is simply too cruel and inhumane.

As he spoke, he wanted to struggle to sit up, and wanted to reach for the silver plate on the table by himself. The tea set and snacks are all newly replaced, and they have never been seen before. Yun frivolous, you really plan to follow Am I living my life?

Unexpectedly, this movement, on the contrary, affected the wound on his chest, and he couldn't help but feel the pain, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.Fennel was holding a small round table, and wanted to put it on the bed to serve Qianqian to eat, but she saw that Qianqian was doing it herself, and she frowned, knowing that she must be hurting from the wound, so she hurriedly threw away the round table and ran to Qianqian. Qian Qian came to the bed and asked with concern: "Miss, what's the matter? Is the wound hurting again, or can I ask the leader or the doctor to come over, please?"

Qianqian stretched out a hand, signaling not to act rashly, her eyes were still closed tightly, and then she felt less pain, she grinned, and gently scraped at Fennel's childish face. After a while, he said, "It's no big deal. See how nervous you are."

Seeing that Qianqian was able to make jokes, Fenxiang felt relieved, helped Qianqian sit up, put a pillow behind her, made her half lie comfortably, and settled the small round table on the bed, and finished the cloth After the meal, he handed the chopsticks to Qianqian's hands.

Seeing that she was very skillful in this series of movements, Qianqian couldn't help asking curiously: "Have you done this before?" Resolutely asked and regretted it. Is this an attack on someone else's identity in person?

But Fennel has a face of indifference, as if she doesn't care about her humble status, she still smiles and said to Qianqian: "This is like my third family. I have been working since I was 11 years old. At that time, the family was really poor and couldn’t open the pot.”

At the age of 11, Qianqian couldn't help but feel distressed. An 11-year-old child, even in modern elementary schools, has not...