At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

Yongfeng's saliva was almost dripping from his mouth because of what they said. He really wanted to come forward and taste what the food that the two young masters praised so much tasted like.

But when he thought of his own identity, he had to quietly move out the horse stool and take out the oil cakes from his pocket to fill his stomach, but his eyes were still staring at the house, fearing that the two masters would suddenly summon him.

Suddenly he saw the ferocious young man who had just frightened his master stand up and walk straight towards him.

Yongfeng subconsciously thought that he could not sit here to eat. Just as he was about to get up and hide aside, Xing Wenjie glared at him fiercely. He was so scared that he stopped moving and lowered his head in silence.

Xing Wenjie walked quickly to Yongfeng, and thinking of Lin Qing's instructions, he tried hard to force a smile.

But this smile made Yongfeng's legs tremble even more violently.

"Hush, don't be afraid. Madam saw that your master didn't even wait for you when he ate, so she knew he wouldn't allow you to sit at the table, so she specially served some for you.

"Go to the kitchen quickly and you'll see it when you lift the lid. Eat it quickly before it gets cold."

Yongfeng looked at Xing Wenjie in a daze, totally unable to believe what he heard.

Are there still masters who care about their servants?

He had been to many places with his master, but he had never met such a kind-hearted master!

Xing Wenjie became more and more annoyed as he looked at the dull Yongfeng.

Really, if He Hongcheng wasn’t afraid of him, why would Mrs. Gu put this tough task on him!

After wasting so much time, when he gets back later, there might not even be any leftovers!

He also wants to eat some more of that fish-flavored shredded pork!

Hearing the people in the room eating happily, Xing Wenjie felt an itch in his heart, and urged them in a cold and anxious voice:

"Why, do you still want me to feed you?"

Yongfeng hurriedly said, "No, no," and walked towards the kitchen as if he was stepping on cotton.

He had not recovered from his shock until he sat down with the bowl and looked at the full bowl of food.

The dishes are rich and delicious. How can this lady be so beautiful and kind?

Yongfeng picked up a piece of meat with trembling hands and put it into his mouth. Tears instantly burst out and rolled down his face.

So the things that the gentlemen often eat are all of this kind of wonderfully flavored food?

If his little sister could also taste such delicious food, she would definitely say, "Brother, this is so much better than fried dough sticks! Can we eat good things like this more often in the future?"

It's a pity that all this was just his fantasy.

His sister had died in the Jia Mansion long ago and could never taste it again.

Through his tearful eyes, Yongfeng seemed to really see his sister squatting in front of him, saying playfully, "Brother, who gave us such a good thing? You must thank him on behalf of Aqi!"

Yongfeng swallowed another mouthful of food, feeling even more bitter and unhappy.

After he quickly finished his meal, he saw that the two young masters had already started to discuss enthusiastically how to sleep in separate rooms, and he felt more and more confused.

Didn’t we agree to stay overnight at the village head’s house?

I have to ask my master what he thinks.

Otherwise, given his fickle and vent-on-your-anger nature, if anything goes wrong, I will definitely be the one to suffer.

As soon as I got closer, I saw Master Song circling the east wing, marveling at it.

"I'm truly ignorant. I didn't know what material Da Mao's mattress is made of. It's firm yet soft. It's even more comfortable than the cotton mattress my mother made for me back home in Jizhou!"

Lin Qing smiled and said, "This thing is made of thatch commonly found in the countryside."

Zhang Maoen's originally interested expression instantly faded a little.

No matter how good this thing is, it is not suitable for his status.

How could he use a thatched mattress.

Lin Qing smiled without saying anything. In fact, this was a palm mattress that she had bought after careful selection in the mall.

The craftsmanship is neither too exaggerated nor too beautiful. Even if you take it apart, you can't find any faults inside.

Zhang Maoen turned his gaze to the quilt and saw that it was bulging into a ball. He asked curiously, "What is it made of? It's so fluffy and soft, yet so light. I wonder how comfortable it would be to cover myself with it..."

Lin Qing said, "I happened to see a duck's feathers remain wet even in the rain, and when its feet get cold, it squats on the ground to keep warm. That's when I thought I might be able to make a quilt out of it. It turned out to be both warm and breathable. Even when it's snowing heavily, I still feel warm when I cover myself with it."

Zhang Maoen had gained so much experience in the Gu family that he had completely forgotten that a gentleman should be prudent. Even if a huge rock collapsed in front of him, he remained calm and asked:

"Duck down? Ducks have a terrible odor, and their feathers must smell terrible too. How can they be made into a comforter?"

Gu Damao smiled but said nothing.

Xing Wenjie also snorted coldly.

He is as ignorant as when I came here. He will definitely not say a word when he really covers it.

The more disgusted Zhang Maoen was at that moment, the more humble he was when he left.

He was even willing to pay a high price of ten taels of silver and beg Gu Damao to sell him the spare quilt. Of course, that's a story for later.

Afterwards, Zhang Maoen brought a number of things such as bed sheets and pillows. He Hongcheng heard him openly picking and choosing and winking at him secretly, and knew that he wanted to live with Gu Damao.

Humph, this guy must have seen that there was no hope for Gu Changqing to introduce him to Mr. Qiu He, so he turned around and started to curry favor with Mr. Qiu He's top disciple Gu Damao.

You are really good at scheming!

Forget it, it's his fault for helping others.

"Okay, okay, since Brother Mao En and Brother Damao hit it off right away and had such a great time talking to each other, then you two can stay here together. The east wing happens to be spacious."

After saying that, he looked at Gu Ermiao on the side and put his arm around his shoulders with a smile.

"As for me, how about living with the Ermiao brothers?"

He Hongcheng seemed to be asking questions, but in fact he had arranged everything clearly.

"I just learned at the dinner table that he's actually an apprentice at the famous Yang's Preserved Fruit Shop. He's quite knowledgeable about business, and I've really benefited from just a few of his words. I'd love to chat with him more!"

Although Gu Ermiao didn't know the origins of these two young masters, seeing his mother's attitude towards them, he looked at Xing Wenjie apologetically and said insincerely:

"Brother Hongcheng, you are so polite. I heard you say at the dinner table that your family runs quite a few shops. I would like to learn from you."

After He Hongcheng followed Gu Ermiao to visit the room, he was as surprised as Zhang Maoen just now.

"I never expected that this small courtyard, though seemingly shabby, actually holds a world of wonders! Madam Gu, you actually treat all your sons equally, and your room, brother Ermiao, is surprisingly well-furnished."

Lin Qing looked at the two uninvited guests who kept commenting on her. She actually didn't want to keep them, but seeing that it was getting late, she was worried that they would be in danger if they went back, so she offered to let them stay overnight.

She thought she would be rejected, but unexpectedly Zhang Maoen decided to stay without hesitation.

That was fine, as she was just worrying about what excuse to use to go to the Jia Mansion.