The strongest maid of SWAT crossing

Chapter 167 Yan Xiaowan's Target (2)
"...What are you going to embroider?"

"I am most familiar with the picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water. Time is running out, so I can only embroider this. How about you?"

"I want to embroider a picture of flowers blooming and wealth, but I don't know if I can do it well!"

"You can do it, your embroidery is the best among us!"

"Oh, don't give me a high hat. Besides, no matter how good the embroidery is, what's the use of it? It's not that the cold management doesn't care about our embroidery!"

"Oh, who said otherwise? I heard that Manager Leng has a sweetheart, and the silk handkerchief he used was given by his sweetheart. I saw it, and it was just a piece of white cloth, with a side locked and embroidered with a few stripes. It was really poor. , but there is no way, cold management is rare!"

"I don't know who his sweetheart is. I really want to see her real appearance. I don't know if it's ugly or handsome!"

"Ugh……"

The two maidservants sighed and walked over, never noticing Ai Lan and Yan Xiaoshi.

"Sister, they are talking about Steward Leng's sweetheart, do you know who it is?" Yan Xiaoshi asked casually, she was not particularly interested, but just caught up with this topic.

Ai Lan raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you, a little girl, care about?"

"Who cares about this anymore, it's just curiosity!" Yan Xiaoshi pouted dissatisfiedly, "Besides, Manager Leng also gave us cakes to eat, so he can be regarded as our friend, and we should care about friends!"

"Ridiculous! Whoever feeds you is your friend?"

"I didn't say that, I just..."

Yan Xiaoshi wanted to refute, but couldn't come up with a strong argument, so she could only shut up embarrassingly.

It was also a coincidence that the two entered the courtyard of the embroidery room, and saw the person whom the two maidservants talked about just now came out of the embroidery room where the dumb aunt was.

Leng Ping didn't seem to have expected to meet Ai Lan and Yan Xiaoshi just in time, his eyebrows twitched, and he saluted Yan Xiaoshi: "Miss Six is ​​well!"

"Master Leng, thank you yesterday, the cakes are delicious!" Yan Xiaoshi couldn't hide her words and said with a smile.

Leng Ping was startled, and then returned to normal: "As long as Miss Six likes it!" He said without a trace and glanced at Ai Lan.

In order to thank her for the useful information she provided him recently, he kindly queued up to buy the delicious Xuan pastries, but she actually let Yan Xiaoshi eat them!Although he said that the things he sent out had nothing to do with him, but he was still a little displeased when he learned that she had given away to others at will!

The corners of Ailan's mouth twitched, his eyebrows were lowered, and he didn't say anything.

It is inconvenient for Leng Ping to stay longer, he came to the embroidery room this time under the orders of Lord Hou, and now he has to reply to Lord Hou.Leng Ping walked past Ai Lan, Ai Lan said something to him in a low voice, Leng Ping paused when he walked to the gate of the courtyard, and soon strode away with a straight face.

"Sister, what did you say to Steward Leng? He seems very angry!" Yan Xiaoshi keenly noticed that something was wrong when Leng Ping was about to leave.

"It's nothing." Ai Lan just told Leng Ping not to give her any more things, but that guy actually slandered her in his heart for not knowing what to do.

Soon the Qiqiao Festival came. After breakfast this morning, the old lady deliberately chose to announce the results in the gazebo by the lake, because it was not only cool, but also could enjoy the blooming lotus in the center of the lake.Mrs. Chen, several young ladies, and several aunts were all sitting in the gazebo, and the maidservants who had handed in their embroidery for the appraisal also gathered outside the gazebo, waiting excitedly and nervously for the results.

For the safety of all the masters, Leng Ping specially arranged a few servants around the gazebo, and he himself stood about ten meters away from the gazebo so as to listen to the orders of the masters at any time.

(End of this chapter)