The cook is very busy

Chapter 16

The leading coachman stopped his horse, got out of the cart and drew up the curtain.

A maidservant who was always around fifteen leaned out, with a pointed face and double bun, and a cute face.

She looked towards Ziqing, at the family of three, plus a scooter that was stuck in the mud.

Knowing the general idea, he went back to report to the master in the car.

Jia Shouwang also waited for the car to approach before realizing that he had stopped the wrong car.

Seeing that the car is very fancy, with carvings, seals and birds, the workmanship is exquisite, but he feels a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Zhao didn't care about the bamboo basket beside her, and came over with three or four oranges in her hand, staying with her daughter and the old man.

She asked what's the matter, didn't she call for the helper to pull the cart, why are there so many good cars here.

The look of father and mother as if they were facing a big enemy made Ziqing inexplicably nervous.

After all, is she poor and short of breath? She had no choice but to appease the old couple first.

In fact, this matter is not a big deal, it is nothing more than stopping the wrong car.

It's a big deal to pay others for nothing, and it's over, and the emperor and I can't make a single word.

After a while, the maid came out, raised the curtain with her small hand, and said to the coachman, "Young Master said, go and carry the cart out with the old man."

The coachman responded, put down the whip and left, and the family of three were stunned.

Ziqing had prepared a lot of arguments at first, thinking that if the people in the car made things difficult for them, they would block them back.

Jia Shouwang came back to his senses, hurried over to help, and called for his mother-in-law, aunt and daughter to come along.

However, the coachman didn't let them help, and got out of the car by himself. After all, he was a cart puller all the year round.

I saw that the coachman took a look at it first, then went to the side of the road to pick up three stones, planed around the wheel, and put the stones under it.

Then he grabbed the handlebar by himself, shook it a few times and pulled the car up.

Jia Shouwang laughed happily and praised the coachman.

Mrs. Zhao also took the rag from the car to let him wipe his hands, and gave him some oranges.

The enthusiasm of the two elders made the coachman, who was a servant, feel flattered.

Ziqing went over to thank the maid, but the maid turned her body slightly and said that she was following orders.

The implication of this is to ask her to thank the people in the car.

What a real lady!

Although Ziqing was reluctant, he still laughed and walked to the window of the carriage, cursing incessantly.

However, when she got closer, she was attracted by this ancient carriage again.

To be honest, it's not that she has never seen horses and chariots, but this car is really beautiful.

Not to mention that various auspicious patterns are engraved around the car body, which is also very special in terms of workmanship.

The four panels of the doors are split apart, and the wooden windows with carved gold borders occupy half of the compartment.

There are gauze curtains hanging all around, moving and fluttering, making people feel like they are in the clouds and fog, and there is a word "Mu" engraved in the middle of the door panel.

Seeing Ziqing staring blankly at the carriage, the maid cleared her throat.

Ziqing calmed down, looked at the car window and bowed her head slightly, "Thank you, sir." Afterwards, she didn't have a body or anything, and just left so neatly.

Although it was a bit impolite, who would argue with a village girl, and she wouldn't even talk about blessings or anything, just thank you or not.

"Wait..." A muffled voice came from behind.

Damn, I really met a tough and fastidious master!

Ziqing paused, then turned around. The people in the car lifted the corner of the gauze curtain at this moment, their faces were slightly exposed, and they met her eyes.

Just now through the screen window, Ziqing saw that the person sitting in the car was indeed a young man, but the person who still hugged the pipa half-hidden his face was unexpectedly more complicated and soft and handsome.

Ziqing looked away with just one glance, no matter how good-looking he is, what can he do with her, "What else is there for this master?"

Through the screen window, the man looked at Ziqing for a long time, or he was speechless, or something else, the man finally put down the screen curtain and let it flutter silently.

Seeing this, the servant girl called the driver and retreated into the car to serve.

The coachman declined Jia Shouwang and Zhao's kindness and hurried over, moved the two oranges stuffed in his chest down, jumped into the car and hit the road.

Ziqing stepped aside and looked at the slow-moving carriage strangely, "There's something wrong..."

Before she could swear, a big maroon horse shook its ears and groaned, and pulled the van on its side to stop beside her.

This car is made of mahogany, which is as good as the previous one, but this car has no doors and windows, so you can clearly see the inside of the car.

Three or two handsome maids were sitting around the table, eating tea fruit recklessly, and a maid with a mole on her lip kept looking at her, whispering something to the man leaning against the window.

The car was parked so close that Ziqing had to move a few steps to the side. She raised her head in displeasure, but saw a rascal.

The man looked at Ziqing, his handsome face was full of fun.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling looked her up and down, only "that's all".

Clothes made of coarse linen and plain, I didn't expect that the woman who made the fourth young master of the Mu family change his mind was actually a little village girl with an ordinary appearance.

It's boring, really boring.

The man lazily ate the grapes that the servant girl had peeled and brought over, purely for fun, he smiled at Ziqing.

"Dare to ask the girl's name, where does she live?"

Seeing this slut who was used to wandering among the flowers look at himself wantonly, blocking her way with a deadpan attitude.

Adding up the two times, Ziqing was already very upset.

But what can she do with this man, she can't afford to mess with him if he is rich, so just let him say it.

Ziqing pursed his lips and raised his face, smiled sweetly, and said in the dialect of Yugou Village, "Gongzi is auspicious, I live in Taga Village, and my name is Qingniang."

The man had never heard the dialect, so he couldn't help frowning, "Take, take... hey, forget it." He gave up the theory and looked at Ziqing, "Qing Niang?"

Ziqing nodded with a smile, that's right, you are my mother.

The man still wanted to ask more clearly, so it could be seen that the other party was just a small village girl, how could she know how to read.

So he ignored it and waved his hand to let the coachman go on his way. Anyway, he asked all he wanted to know.

Then several carriages followed closely behind, "It's all a group of faulty guys."

Ziqing couldn't help blurting out a curse, and then walked towards his parents.

Jia Shouwang re-tied the pots and pans to the cart, and saw his daughter coming over.

"Girl, did you thank her well?"

His daughter is a sensible and polite girl, she must have thanked him when she saw her put in front of the chariot and horses just now.

Ziqing smiled and showed a pretty dimple, "But thank you, I thanked them all well!"

"Well, good girl," Jia Shouwang nodded in satisfaction, and when the mother-in-law brought the basket over, the family of three pushed the cart on the road...

(End of this chapter)