food color and fragrance

Chapter 7 Shun Qi
"The third master is teaching the fourth lady to read "The Analects of Confucius". The slaves can't remember the words in it. The third master is talking, and the fourth lady occasionally asks a question. Other than that, they didn't say anything..."

The mother-in-law was replying to Mrs. Yang, but after listening to it for a long time, she didn't understand anything at all except what she said. How can a person who can't even read understand those principles?Isn't this pure embarrassment?

Although the third master and the fourth lady also chatted a few words, but the old woman was buzzing at that time and couldn't hear clearly at all, so naturally she wouldn't say it to Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang snorted coldly, "The third master has already left?"

"Let's go!" The mother-in-law nodded quickly, "I left a homework for Miss Si and left, but there is no need for Miss Si to finish it in a hurry, saying that she will go out early in the morning tomorrow, so Miss Si can rest early .”

"Then go and see, is Fourth Miss asleep?" Old Madam Yang ordered, the old woman hurried to look, turned around and shook her head and said, "Fourth Miss is not asleep yet, busy with something at the table."

"Go and tell Liu Fu's family, make her a bowl of noodles and send them to her. She stays up so late, you can't starve to death, don't be reluctant to put those ingredients, it must be thick!" Old Madam Yang's face was full of ferocity. , The mother-in-law didn't dare to ask more questions, so she hurried to the kitchen.

Old Madam Yang held the corner of her mouth lightly, and gave her some information in the evening, to see if she still had the energy to fight against her tomorrow...

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Sanskrit is at the desk writing a calligraphy homework left by Yang Zhiyuan. In fact, it is best for her to recite it, but Sanskrit is used to copying scriptures. The lightest ink is better than the strongest memory. Writing it once is better than dry reciting Much stronger.

Fanyin was really surprised that Liu Fu's family brought soup noodles at this time.

Their family was specially left behind by Mrs. Yang, and they are the only servants in the current Yang family who know Sanskrit's true identity.

"Miss Si, the old lady asked the servant to cook noodles for you. You will get up before dawn tomorrow. You are still cooking, so you have to be careful not to starve." Liu Fu's family put the noodle soup in front of Sanskrit , a flattering and flattering smile, which made Sanskrit feel false in his heart:

"Let's put it away for now, I'll use it later, thank you Aunt Liu."

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, how dare the fourth lady call you auntie, and the maidservant doesn't have a name, you can just call the maidservant Liu Po ​​Niang!" As Liu Po ​​Niang spoke, she didn't leave immediately. Sanskrit looked at the bowl of noodles, Looking at the way Liu Fu stretched his neck and stared at him, he couldn't help but put down his pen.

Lifting the chopsticks and picking them lightly a few times, Mrs. Liu's eyeballs also moved up and down.

The Sanskrit sound put down the chopsticks with a "snap", which made Mrs. Liu shiver in fright, and then squeezed the creases all over her face, and explained guiltily: "This servant is afraid that the craftsmanship will not suit the fourth lady's taste, so she will make the fourth lady laugh."

"There are green onions here, and pepper?"

Fanyin stirred the soup gently, and the heat gradually rose. She carefully looked at the contents in the bowl.

Mrs. Liu was startled, "Hu, pepper? Let it go, let it go!"

"Then why didn't you see the peppercorns?" Fanyin said casually, and Mrs. Liu quickly waved her hands, "It's because the servants were confused and didn't put the pepper."

"Is that spiced?"

"Seems to be……"

"Will you put it in or not?" Sanskrit put down his chopsticks and put the bowl in front of Mrs. Liu, "I can't even remember what seasoning was put in. I don't dare to use this noodle soup. If you accidentally put something meaty, I will Wouldn't it be a violation of the precept to eat it in your mouth? Or...how many mouthfuls would you like to taste first?"

"Don't dare, how dare the slaves use Miss Fourth's food? The old lady will beat me to death if she finds out." Mrs. Liu hurriedly backed away, her face full of anxiety and fear, and her heart seemed to be on fire. Although she knew Sanskrit is not the real Fourth Miss, but he dare not really confront her.

Mrs. Yang has already driven away everyone in the mansion who knew Sanskrit's true identity, not even the old woman who has been with her for many years, why can't Mrs. Liu know why?

The reason why she and her man were able to stay was because their family helped the old man and the old lady do a lot of immoral things...

Fanyin's bowl of noodles must have been ordered by the old lady to add ingredients, Mrs. Liu didn't dare to add anything aggressively, she just put a little more kansui soup into it, although kansui is a kind of medicine , but the attribute is cold and cold, and after using it, it will cause abdominal discomfort and diarrhea...

But who knew that this little nun was so picky?Wouldn't she really see anything strange?

Fanyin looked at Mrs. Liu's uncertain face, and couldn't help feeling cold in her heart.

It wasn't because of her keen sense of smell that she could immediately see that there was something wrong with the noodle soup. It was a strange thing that Mrs. Yang sent someone to deliver the noodle soup, and it was Liu Fu's mother-in-law who made the noodle soup.

The servant woman who was talking to Mrs. Chen once mentioned that Liu Fu's family delivered meals to Mr. Wu Nan, and Mr. Wu Nan's rice water hadn't entered, so how could it be a good thing if she spoke furtively?
Sanskrit just lied to her a few words, and Mrs. Liu was so panic-stricken. If this bowl of noodles is really messed up, she will be damned!
Mrs. Yang's heart is really cruel.

Fanyin looked at Mrs. Liu's timid look, and stood up, "You are right, if I let you eat the noodle soup I made for us people, it would be difficult for you. After all, I am not hungry, so I will eat it." Send it to honor grandma, she will be the most protective of her body!"

Sanskrit said, raised her face and walked out. Mrs. Liu was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground, "Miss Si, the old lady has already fallen asleep!"

"Sleeping? Isn't the oil lamp in the room still on?" Sanskrit looked sideways at Mrs. Yang's room, where there were still figures swaying.

Granny Liu hugged Sanskrit's leg tightly, and asked in a threatening tone: "The old lady doesn't need anything at night, Miss Fourth, don't push me too hard!"

"Oh?" Sanskrit tugged at his robe, avoiding Mrs. Liu's arms holding her. Mrs. Liu kept staring at her with slightly squinted eyes, but her heavy breathing and squinted eyes clearly showed the astonishment and fear in her heart.

Maybe they didn't expect to be so difficult?

Sanskrit paused for a moment before opening his mouth again, "I don't want to use the bowl of noodles I made for me. I will give it to you, but you refuse to use it. You want to send it to honor your grandmother, but you stop me. This is what I forced you to do." What is too human? Whether you say this to the old lady or the uncle, I'm afraid they can't find fault with me, right?"

Throwing the noodle bowl on the table, Fanyin said coldly: "Now that my father is back, you are still bullying me like this. I want to ask my father, who is at fault!"

Speaking of Yang Zhiyuan, Mrs. Liu was also scared. She just wanted to scare Sanskrit and tell her not to make a big deal out of it, but she didn't expect this ten-year-old nun to be so scheming and courageous. How could she not be afraid? ?
Mrs. Liu really wanted to go to Mrs. Yang to save the day, otherwise what would she do?

Sanskrit sat there calmly, and she didn't know what to do. Although she hated Mrs. Yang's cruelty, it would be of no benefit to her if this matter became serious. Guilty, even if she wants Yang Zhiyuan to be her backer, she and Yang Zhiyuan have only just met, and she really has no idea...

"You all go down, as long as I have Liu Fu's family to accompany me here." Fanyin pushed the servants in the room further away, and Mrs. Liu was a little flustered. Seeing the servants all go out, she opened her mouth, "Miss Four , what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, but what do you want?" Fanyin looked at the bowl of noodles, "What did you put in it? There are no outsiders in the room, so you might as well tell the truth."

Granny Liu gritted her teeth, and there were no outsiders in the room, so she might as well make it clear, "It's just something to make you feel better, and it's also for your health."

"Let's not talk about idleness. Now in this yard, you and your wife are the only servants left by the old lady. You still don't understand? I am the lady of the mansion anyway, and even the old lady will recognize me, uncle , Second Uncle are also willing to recognize me, the words of you servants are no better than me, who is a young lady, don’t you think?” Sanskrit’s words were very soft, but they were very heavy in Mrs. Liu’s ears. Responding, Sanskrit continued:

"I'm not forcing you. I just ask you a few questions. After you finish talking, I will eat this bowl of noodles. You don't have to make trouble, how?"

"What do you want to ask? I don't know anything." Mrs. Liu shrank even more.

"Tell me the date of Yang Huailiu's birthday, the place of birth, and the affairs of the Liu family and the third master. It's not a big deal, is it?" Sanskrit's eyes were serious, and Mrs. Liu was relieved. Whether to say it or not, it doesn't have much influence on her, after a moment of deliberation, she opened her mouth, slowly speaking as if telling a story.

Sanskrit listened carefully, and took note of it carefully.

Mrs. Liu didn't dare to speak for too long, for fear that Old Madam Yang would become suspicious, "...Miss Fourth, this servant has talked enough, we can't say any more!"

Fanyin looked at the noodle soup on the table, "This noodle is getting cold, why don't you take it back and reheat it?"

As if she had been pardoned, Mrs. Liu quickly picked up her face and went out, but as soon as she went out, she saw the elder Yang Zhifei entering the yard, saw Mrs. Liu holding her face, and ordered: "Who made this for? Give it to me first. , I'm starving!"

"Ah?" Just as Mrs. Liu was about to refuse, the Sanskrit voice immediately appeared at the door of the house, "Uncle, since you are hungry, use it first. This was just when my father was there, and my grandmother was afraid that my father would be hungry, so I ordered it to be done. It has been left for a long time." It’s warm without the heat, so don’t hold it against you.”

The Sanskrit voice was neither loud nor soft, and happened to be heard by the whole courtyard. Mrs. Liu swallowed the words that were on her lips. How could she dare to say that there was something wrong with this bowl of noodle soup?

Yang Zhifei was already busy making fake Liu's tombstone, and he didn't have time to think about it. It was getting dark, and he didn't see Mrs. Liu's eyes that were about to squeeze, so he directly brought soup noodles and sat in the courtyard and said, "OK Come on, come on, villagers, how can there be so many taboos!"

After all, Yang Zhifei ate a bowl of noodles in a muddleheaded manner. After eating, his mouth was still not full, and he ordered Mrs. Liu to make two more bowls, and then went into the old lady's room.

Mrs. Liu was already so frightened that her legs went limp, Sanskrit came to her side: "Amitabha... You didn't put too much of the smooth stuff, did you?"

(End of this chapter)