I was a housekeeper in ancient times

A steamed sea bass, soft-fried pork tenderloin, braised eggplant, and the dried food from last time. Madam Yang Huang cooked several meat dishes, filling the table so full that one could not help but drool.

Such a sumptuous dinner naturally could not be hidden from Sister Huan.

Sister Huan was sensible enough and she didn't come empty-handed. She brought a bowl of basil soup and some meat buns.

The mother and daughter were busy eating. While eating, Lin Weiqiao thought unscrupulously, if Yu Muyan was in a bad mood every day, wouldn't she have a rich meal every time?

Sister Huan picked up a piece of tenderloin with chopsticks and said, "Mom, how could you bear to share those dry goods with Miss Huang? You are not willing to share them with me, but you are generous to outsiders."

She ate the greasy food, scooped up the basil soup, and said, "Then I asked them to help me cook, shouldn't that be a token of appreciation? And can I ask them to help for free? That's a lack of social etiquette."

"It's just cooking. It's a piece of cake for Ms. Huang. I didn't ask you not to give me money, but you were too generous."

"I don't feel bad at all, but why do you? Besides, we're not just bothering them this once, we'll need their help more often in the future. Why are you being so stingy? You're not going to have less food."

After saying this, she suddenly thought that fortunately the original owner was a kind mother. Although she had lost her husband, she still did her best to raise her three children and never treated them unfairly.

On the contrary, Yu Muyan, although a countess, has never enjoyed any maternal love.

Sister Huan said that it was easy to serve Sister Fan, but it was not as lively as in the big kitchen, where she could hear a lot of gossip every day. Now she still had to ask people.

Lin Weiqiao didn't care, "What kind of gossip can there be in the mansion? I think you are just idle."

Sister Huan said angrily, "Well, I'm not like you who are so busy. Everyone has something to say when they have free time. Mother, do you know Sister Qiushi from the Madam's courtyard?"

"Nonsense, I see it every day, how could I not know?"

"Oh, I mean, Sister Qiushi is old enough, who is Madam going to marry her to?"

"Is there still this?"

"Look at you, mother. You don't even know what's going on in the Madam's courtyard."

She thought about it and realized that most of the time she was busy outside, so she didn't know much about what was going on in the Shuangxiyuan.

"How old is Qiushi? Are you talking about her?"

"Sister Qiushi is almost 20 years old. Logically, we should have talked about it last year, but Sister Qiushi's mother passed away last year, so we delayed it."

How could she know these things? Huan Jie'er said excitedly that Song Zan from the Song family shop who came to deliver fabrics was probably attracted to Qiu Shi and wanted to marry her.

She picked her teeth and asked, "Song Zan?"

She recalled that there seemed to be a young man who often came to deliver fabrics, and Qiushi was responsible for receiving him. However, she didn't have much impression of him. After all, she had to face so many people every day, how could she remember them all?

Sister Huan said that Song Zan followed her uncle in doing business. He was in his twenties, quite handsome, with good character, and was a nice person.

But Qiushi was Yu Muyan's maid after all, and Song Zan was an honest citizen from outside, so their backgrounds were not compatible, and Yu Muyan didn't know whether she could agree.

Generally, the maids in wealthy families are hired internally. Most of them are paired with the sons of the steward or the chambermaid. This is considered a match made in heaven.

Only the maidservants who were sold indentured were free and could find someone outside.

Seeing Huan Jieer's face full of excitement when she mentioned this, Lin Weiqiao joked, "You are not young anymore, and it will be almost time for you to get married. Do you have someone suitable?"

Huan Jie'er said angrily, "Mom! I'm still young."

A night passed, and I had a sleepless night.

Lin Weiqiao arranged for Zhang's mother to stay. Since Hu'er was older and a stranger, it was not convenient for him to live with her in Guanyu Pavilion, so she took him to the front yard and asked Manager Li to make arrangements for him.

When I came back, I saw Mugua talking to a farmer outside the side door. The farmer was dressed shabbily, his clothes were either dirty or old, they were all patched, he was half bent over, and he was carrying a skinny little boy on his back, who seemed to have no clothes on.

She thought it was someone begging, so she didn't think much about it and turned back.

On the way, she smelled an alluring aroma, as if someone was frying something. She had already had breakfast, but she still smelled it and was tempted.

Following the fragrance, I came to an empty corner and saw a temporary stove under the wall. It was built with a few stones and had an iron pot on it. The fire in the stove was burning brightly.

Next to the stove, there was a relatively young old man sitting leisurely, smiling. His face was so round that he had no chin, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He was round, but not really fat. He looked like half a Maitreya Buddha.

He was frying the food in the pan seriously and didn't notice anyone coming. He turned around and saw Lin Weiqiao. He smiled and said, "Hey, Mom Lin."

Lin Weiqiao tried hard to recall. Fortunately, the other person looked a bit like Huang Niangzi. She asked tentatively, "Uncle Huang, what are you doing?"

The other party should be Mrs. Huang’s father, Chef Huang.

As Chef Huang put the fried food into the bowl with chopsticks, he said, "A few baskets of fresh lotus pods were delivered from outside. I was free, so I picked a handful of fresh lotus tips and fried them."

Mrs. Huang's cooking skills are among the best in the big kitchen, and she inherited them from Chef Huang, which shows how superb Chef Huang's cooking skills are.

She swallowed several times and said nothing. She just stared at the crispy and tender lotus roots being fried in the pan, looking forward to it so much.

"If you don't mind, Madam Lin, please try it." Chef Huang handed her the porcelain bowl.

To be honest, she really didn't want others to know how greedy she was, but facing such delicious food, it was hard for her to control herself. Even if it was poisonous, she had to taste it.

The first bite, the second bite, and soon the lotus root tips in the bowl were gone.

Chef Huang didn't care and continued to take out a basket of fresh mushrooms and slowly fry them in the pan.

Her eyes lit up as she watched. What kind of god was this? He could only cook delicious food.

She didn't eat for free either, she also chatted with Chef Huang, and answered whatever Chef Huang asked without holding back anything.

What Chef Huang asked most about was Mrs. Huang. “I haven’t been home to visit for a while.”

As she ate, she said, "It's so close, why don't you go back?"

Chef Huang lowered his head, smiled and said nothing, continuing to fry the mushrooms.

As the sizzling sound came out of the pot, Chef Huang said bitterly: "My daughter has a very miserable life. I am a burden to her."

She didn't understand and opened her eyes wide, wondering why this family was hiding secrets.

She also didn't understand. Chef Huang only had one daughter, Madam Huang, so he naturally had to take good care of her. Madam Huang's experience was known to everyone, so she didn't believe that Chef Huang didn't know anything about it?

If she knew, why didn't she help her daughter? She would say that Huang Niangzi had a miserable life. Who doesn't know that Huang Niangzi had a miserable life?