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After hearing her reason, Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were stunned. It shouldn’t be possible just for some food, right?

And this young master, you say he is domineering, but he is polite. You say he is well-behaved, but he dragged so many people out to suffer with him.

The only explanation may be that they have never experienced the suffering of the people.

"Sister Zhang, does that mean you haven't eaten anything all day?"

Mrs. Zhang touched her stomach and said, "That's not good. Apart from some breakfast this morning, I haven't eaten anything today. It would have been fine if you didn't say anything. Now that you've said it, I feel like I'm going to faint."

After saying this, his body swayed and he looked like he was about to fall down.

Duan Minmin hurried over to support her: "Don't faint, don't faint, Yuanbao will do it for you right away."

Zheng Yuan was also startled by her shaking, and hurriedly took a bowl and scooped a bowl of ginger soup and handed it to her.

"Yes, yes, yes! Have a bowl of ginger soup first."

Mrs. Zhang took the ginger soup and without waiting for it to cool down, she blew on it and put it into her mouth.

The ginger soup was bubbling in the pot and the kitchen was filled with steam. Only then did she feel alive again.

Seeing that her complexion looked much better after drinking the ginger soup, Zheng Yuan hurriedly scooped the remaining ginger soup into a basin, called Dashu and Erhe to take it to the main room for Master Jiang and the servants to drink.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhang had given them a few sets of porcelain bowls before, otherwise Mr. Jiang would probably find the earthenware bowls unpalatable.

She was also afraid that the servants would still be arguing about the difference between master and servant and wanted to wait until Young Master Jiang finished drinking before they could drink, so Duan Minmin followed him out and poured a bowl for each of them.

If the ginger soup is cold, the effect will not be so good.

Duan Minmin asked about the coachman guarding the carriage, and Mr. Jiang arranged for a servant who had drunk ginger soup to replace him.

Zheng Yuan stayed in the kitchen, preparing to cook for them.

However, Mr. Jiang’s desire for Northeastern cuisine could not be satisfied tonight.

"Sister Zhang, you can see the situation in my house. It's not as complete as your home. I'm afraid we won't be able to prepare what Mr. Jiang wants to eat tonight. Do you think you should discuss it with him?"

Mrs. Zhang thought about it and turned to go to the main room.

After a while, he came back happily.

"I guess I'm really hungry today. The little ancestor said that it doesn't matter what it is, as long as it can fill my stomach. Sister Zheng, you can make something. I'm starving to death."

After saying that, he poked his head out to look at the main hall again. Seeing that no one came out, he whispered to Zheng Yuan: "If you ask me, it's just because he's spoiled. He has this disease of affluence. Look, he can eat anything if he's hungry for a day."

Zheng Yuan agreed with this, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Mrs. Zhang's sneaky behavior. But his hands did not stop, and he quickly poured the millet into the pot to cook.

Firstly, millet porridge is not as troublesome as steamed rice and can be made faster; secondly, the group has been frozen all day, so hot millet porridge is most suitable.

When Mr. Jiang couldn't help but come to the kitchen, the meal was finally ready.

The table was filled with millet porridge, meat soaked in oil, stewed beans, fried cabbage, leeks and eggs.

The conditions were limited, and Zheng Yuan had already made everything that could be made, so there was nothing that could be done if Mr. Jiang was still picky.

Mrs. Zhang went to call Mr. Jiang to the kitchen to eat. It was already completely dark at this time, so Zheng Yuan had to break off a few more pieces of candlesticks and tie them into torches to light up the side.

The coachman and the servant who went to replace him also came back, saying that they had driven the carriage to a family surnamed Zhao at the entrance of the village. The family had cows and a spacious yard, so they gave them a few coins to ask them to look after the carriage for one night.

After listening to their description, Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin guessed that it must be Zhao Youwang's family. Zhao Youwang was an honest man, so they were relieved.

No matter what those servants said, they dared not sit at the same table with Mr. Jiang. Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin sighed, thinking that feudal dregs were oppressing people.

Look at these little boys, each of them is the sweetheart of my parents. Today, they rolled in the mud all day and couldn't even get a hot meal to eat.

Mrs. Zhang also stood respectfully by the side, ready to serve Mr. Jiang at meal. It seems that being the manager of this wealthy family is not an easy job.

Looking at Mrs. Zhang's shaky but forcing appearance, Zheng Yuan regretted why he didn't scoop a bowl of food for her first. She had to suffer this at her old age.

But they didn't dare to say anything, after all, this was the rule.

Looking at the young master's expression, he didn't think there was anything wrong with others waiting for him to finish before eating. Also, he grew up in such an environment, so for him, this was just the most normal thing.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin both felt a little uncomfortable.

Maybe he was really hungry, so Mr. Jiang didn't ask Mrs. Zhang to serve him anything. He waited for Mrs. Zhang to serve him a bowl of millet porridge, and then he picked up the spoon and started drinking it in big gulps.

After all, he was raised in a wealthy family, so even if he was very hungry, his table manners were impeccable.

Although the speed was very fast, there was almost no sound of the spoon and chopsticks hitting the bowl, and the chewing sound was also very small. His demeanor was even more calm and unhurried, without any embarrassment of not having eaten for a day, and it was actually quite pleasing to watch.

Young Master Jiang ate very quickly. After a while, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his mouth. He stood up and said to Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin: "Thank you for your hospitality, Aunt Zhang, you should eat quickly too."

After saying that, he turned around and went towards the main room again. A servant hurriedly followed him out, probably his personal servant.

"Aji, why are you following me? Go back and have your meal. You've been tired all day." Young Master Jiang saw Aji following him out and turned around to say to him.

"Master, Aji is not hungry. I will wait for you to rest before eating."

"What nonsense! You've been running around all day, so you must be hungry. Go back and eat. I don't need anything to serve you."

Seeing that the young master was angry, Aji had to return to the kitchen, and Zheng Yuan hurriedly handed him a bowl of porridge and chopsticks.

They all heard what Young Master Jiang and the servant said inside, and their impression of Young Master Jiang improved a little. It seemed that he was not that bad boy.

The six servants plus Mrs. Zhang ate up the entire table of food. Looking at their expressions, Zheng Yuan wondered if they were not full after eating so much.

It seemed that they were really hungry. Just as I was about to ask if I should make some more porridge for them, Mrs. Zhang put down her bowl and chopsticks and spoke.

"Sister Zheng, your cooking skills are really good. You made the porridge and side dishes so delicious. I am so full that I am reluctant to put down my chopsticks. I am sorry to make you laugh."

"No, no, Sister Zhang, you are too kind. You are the ones who are willing to give me this face. I am poor and I am afraid of neglecting you. I hope the food is to your liking. Do you want me to cook some porridge?"

Everyone burped and waved their hands, saying they were full, and thanked Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin in a row.

After dinner, the two asked the children to clean up in the kitchen, and they followed them to the main room.

Seeing them come in, Mr. Jiang stood up and motioned to Aji to take out a piece of silver and hand it to the two of them.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw the white silver. They were a little confused: "Mr. Jiang, what are you doing?"

"It is truly my fault today for bothering you two aunts. You have been busy making ginger soup and cooking for us. I feel bad for you, but I don't have anything to show you, so I have to take this silver to express my gratitude. I hope you don't despise me."

The two men looked at each other. You've given me a huge piece of silver, and you still say it's not worth it?

But I think that Mr. Jiang saw that they were penniless and knew that money was what they needed, but he didn't say it explicitly. The people brought up in this wealthy family are different.

I have to say, they are really good at judging people. This is what they lack, but they can't have it now.

"Mr. Jiang, you are too polite. It's just a home-cooked meal, so why should we pay for it? We are being taken care of by Sister Zhang. If we have to pay for this little meal, what will we be?"

Zheng Yuan politely declined the money, and cleverly praised Mrs. Zhang in front of Mr. Jiang, hoping to get some favor from Mrs. Zhang.