Female-male sex: Salted fish forced to rise to prominence

Qin Yuehua had just walked to the kitchen door when she heard an arrogant and loud voice saying, "That girl Tingyu beside the eldest lady is so ignorant. She came to the kitchen to ask for some yam and chicken porridge, but she didn't know how to give a reward! A reward! Unlike Ruizhu, the maid beside Concubine Ye, who is so sensible. Every time I order something delicious, she will stuff a purse into my pocket." This should be the voice of Mrs. Feng.

After hearing this, Lu'er was indignant and wanted to go in and say a few words, but was stopped by Qin Yuehua. Qin Yuehua put her index finger to her lips, signaling Lu'er to be quiet.

Qin Yuehua thought to herself: "Maybe all the servants in the mansion have been bribed by that concubine Ye?" So she stopped and wanted to listen to how the others would answer.

Then another voice said, "Mrs. Feng, when the Madam was alive, she was so kind to you. She always gave you so many rewards. How could you do this? That's the yam and chicken porridge that the Second Young Master wanted. I've already made it. Why can't you give some to Miss Tingyu?"

Qin Yuehua felt warm in her heart. It turned out that there was still a cook who remembered how kind her mother was to her. She couldn't help but sigh, "There are still good people in this world."

Mrs. Feng sneered, "Humph, the Madam is long gone, and now it's Madam Ye who's in charge. Of course I have to curry favor with her. Besides, what about the Second Young Master? He's not favored by the Master anymore, he's just a poor young master."

Qin Yuehua felt a pang of pain in her heart when she heard this. She had not expected these servants to be so snobbish. She clenched her fists and wanted to rush in and slap this old woman Feng, but she still held back. After all, now was not the time to argue with these servants. She had more important things to do.

Mrs. Feng threatened with arrogance and contempt, "Widow Yao, you are a widow, and you are lucky enough to be able to enter the Prime Minister's Mansion. How dare you control me? Don't you want to do this anymore?"

Yao was very angry when she saw Tingyu being bullied today, but she was powerless to do anything. She knew very well that she was just a lowly old woman and could not fight against Old Woman Feng.

Mrs. Feng said proudly, "We are all servants. Who doesn't want to please the master? Don't blame me. I have no choice. There is only one mistress in this mansion now, Concubine Ye. If I don't curry favor with her, who else can I curry favor with?"

Yao sighed helplessly. She knew that Mrs. Feng was deliberately making things difficult for Tingyu in order to please Concubine Ye, but she couldn't help but say to Mrs. Feng, "Mrs. Feng, aren't you afraid that the eldest lady will punish you?"

Mrs. Feng laughed heartily after hearing this, and said in a long drawl, "My dear Miss, how many more years can you stay at home? You're almost fifteen this year, and you're going to get married anyway. How can you still manage my little kitchen?"

Yao frowned and continued, "What about the young master? The second young master is the most precious young master in the mansion. Aren't you afraid that he will kick you out when he grows up?"

Mrs. Feng showed a trace of disdain on her face and replied arrogantly, "The second young master is just a bookworm. How can he be as smart and likable as the third young master? Besides, Concubine Ye is the most favored in the mansion now. Do you think the master still cares about the eldest young lady and the second young master?"

Hearing this, Yao couldn't help but feel sorry for the second young master. She knew in her heart that although the second young master was young, he was kind and gentle and very likable. But the current situation made him feel neglected. Thinking of this, Yao felt even more depressed.

After saying this, Mrs. Feng from the kitchen laughed softly, "I heard that the second young master only has two years to live after being beaten by grandpa. Why should I be afraid of him? Hahahaha..." After saying this, she laughed as if she had encountered something very funny.

Yao was furious. She cursed, "You...you...how can you laugh?"

Widow Yao thought that when Mrs. Feng went to the toilet, she would secretly pack a bowl of yam porridge and send it to Linfeng Pavilion, so as to repay the lady for rescuing her. The lady was kind-hearted and took in the homeless girl on a snowy day... Alas... It's a pity that good people don't live long. This mansion is so chaotic now, what's going on?

Qin Yuehua felt that she had heard enough and stepped into the doorway. She saw Mrs. Feng sitting leisurely at the table in the corner of the kitchen, drinking a little wine and gnawing on a chicken leg in her hand.

While eating, she said to a maid next to her, "Hey, you know what? Things are going to change in this mansion!"

The maid asked curiously, "Oh? How do you say that?"

Mrs. Feng said proudly, "Now that the eldest lady is dead, the power of the mansion has naturally fallen into the hands of Concubine Ye, who hates the second young master and the eldest young lady the most.

Now that the Second Young Master has made another mistake and been beaten by the Master, Concubine Ye will definitely kick them out of the house. We servants must be careful not to offend Concubine Ye."

The maid said in surprise: "Really? Wouldn't the second young master and the eldest young lady be very pitiful? But didn't the old master find out the truth? It wasn't the second young master's fault, but Concubine Ye was beaten with a stick and put in solitary confinement."

Mrs. Feng sneered and said, "Humph, who made them unpopular? In this mansion, the only way to have a good life is to please Concubine Ye.

But I'm not afraid of them. I'm Madam Ye's confidant. Even if the Second Young Master and the Eldest Miss want to cause trouble for me, they have to see if Madam Ye agrees."

"It's just a place of confinement. You'll be able to come out soon. What are you afraid of?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Feng picked up another chicken leg and took a big bite, and the greasy juice splashed on her face.

Qin Yuehua looked at Mrs. Feng with disgust in her heart.

On his fat face, there was a black mole on the upper lip, which made his eating posture look particularly ugly. Coupled with the rough movement of gnawing on the chicken leg, he looked even more vulgar.

The widow Yao who had just answered her was busy washing vegetables, picking vegetables, and keeping an eye on the stew pot. She was busy all the time and it seemed like she and Mrs. Feng, who was leisurely eating chicken legs, were from two different worlds.