An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Just now when he went out, Jing Chunxi had already taken care of the maid in charge of the kitchen in the post station, and now they can use the kitchen freely.

As soon as Jing Mingyue entered the kitchen, she exclaimed, "Why are there so many buns?"

Frosting's eyes glowed green as she excitedly said, "And there's braised pork!"

On the stove were three large bowls of braised pork, a large wooden basin of meat buns, and three large wooden barrels filled with white flour buns.

"Hush!" Jing Chunxi quickly stopped him, "All of this cost money."

"How much silver will that cost?" Jing Mingyue was furious, looking at the white flour buns, her eyes almost bloodshot. "And you want to give those tribesmen a discount?"

This big bowl of meat buns is enough for their family to eat, so the steamed buns in the three buckets are for the cheap relatives, right?

"They are all ours, we won't give them to bad guys." The little guy's eyes widened, and he reacted quickly. He tried his best to lower his voice, and immediately covered his little mouth after speaking.

But she was so happy that her cheeks were shaking, and the dimples on both sides were so deep that she couldn't hide them: so many steamed buns, enough to eat for many days, no one will give them to her.

Jing Mingyue added, "Save it for tomorrow, so my brother and the others won't have to eat steamed buns. I'll go get a cloth bag." Afraid that Jing Chunxi would not agree, Jing Mingyue wanted to run away.

"Cousin, listen to me, this is Uncle San's decision."

After hearing this, Jing Mingyue was deflated, but she didn't say anything else. Apart from her grandfather, the person she feared the most was her third uncle. Although her third uncle looked kind, he was very decisive. Once he started to talk about principles, she wanted to escape immediately.

Jing Chunxi naturally had his own reasons. If one starved to death at the beginning of the exile, he would not be able to make up for it later. Even if everyone in the General's Mansion was strong, the rotten black chopsticks tied to their shiny golden chopsticks would only halve their strength.

"Tang Shuang, the three of us will take the braised pork and meat buns back first. After that, you move these three buckets of steamed buns over and tell each of the three families to come out and get one bun each. Remember, each person is only given one bun. No more. As for the four people in Old Lady Wang's family, don't share. If she wants to jump, tell her to go find the clan leader. Remember to tell them to only get one bun each. Anyone who comes later won't get any."

Finally, he added, "If there's any left, secretly give it to my second uncle's family."

Frosting nodded: "I understand. Whoever dares to make trouble, I will give her two punches." After saying that, she shook her big fists in front of her to show her strength. Unfortunately, she was wearing too many clothes and her tendon muscles could not be seen.

At the command, Jing Mingyue took the lead in carrying the large basin of meat buns. She was almost fourteen years old, so she had to carry the heaviest one and leave the lighter one for her younger sister.

But Jing Chunxi was a little puzzled about how to carry the three bowls of braised pork. The braised pork was still warm when it was taken out of the space. It was impossible for Xiaotuanzi to carry one bowl. It would be troublesome if it got burned, and he himself could not carry two bowls.

"There must be a food box in the kitchen. Let me look for it."

"Sister Sugar Frosting is so smart." Glutinous Rice Dumpling began to flatter her.

Frosting: ...My name used to be Shaya.

With a silly smile, he quickly went to the cupboard to look for it, not daring to accept that he was smart. The little glutinous rice dumpling also squatted down and started looking for it together, talking to the icing with his little mouth.

Who said Frosting was stupid? She was obviously very smart. Sure enough, she found the lunch box in no time.

Lifting the three-layer food box, it was still a bit heavy for Jing Chunxi's small body, mainly because the three-layer food box was also quite high, almost reaching her waist.

"I'll take it over there and come back later." Tang Shuang couldn't bear it, thinking it was only a few dozen steps away. But Jing Chunxi stopped her.

"First, light two more fires in the kitchen. After we're full, we can all soak our feet."

When Jing Chunxi came in, she knew that the five cents of silver she had spent was not wasted. The cook had already heated up the water, but the fire was about to go out. She should add two more fires, and the water would be almost hot.

After adding firewood, we still need icing to carry the food box. Jing Chunxi and the little glutinous rice dumpling are really useless.

The little glutinous rice dumpling followed Tang Shuang closely. Although he couldn't help much, he wanted to lend a hand with his little hands. However, it looked like he was just giving a little support. Knowing that Tang Shuang was very strong, Jing Chunxi was happy to be a hands-off boss and just followed behind.

The little fellow was still mumbling happily all the way: "We have meat to eat, and the bad guys eat black flour buns, so piss them off!"

After walking a few steps, he saw Silang running towards him: "I'll do it, I'll do it. You are so slow, the eldest sister has already distributed the buns. Call me for this kind of thing next time." His voice was too loud, and Jing Chunxi covered his mouth with his hand, and he whimpered in anger.

It seemed that he had indeed changed out of his silk clothes and into a fine cotton tuxedo. He didn't even wear a thin coat, but only a jacket on the outside. It looked to fit him well and he looked in good spirits.

The aunts in the room had already changed their clothes. Although they were the clothes servants usually wore, they were neither too long nor too short and the right width. Jing Chunxi thought other colors were too dark, so he chose gray for the female relatives, but with slightly different shades, which looked very refreshing.

Only the old lady's clothes were different in color. Jing Chunxi had specially chosen dark color. The fabric was good and the style was more exquisite. There were also some embroidery on the collar and cuffs, but it was just the decent attire of a housekeeper at home.

Several people were sitting around the old lady, helping her to put up her hair with wooden hairpins. When the old lady saw them come in, she quickly greeted them: "Your mother is so thoughtful. She even remembered to prepare the wooden hairpins for us."

After the house was ransacked, everyone could only tie their hair with simple cloth strips. Even the old lady's golden hairpin, given by the emperor, was hidden. Although imperial gifts could not be sold, if desperate, it would not be a pity to smash it and sell it as ordinary gold. Who would care if it was lost or stolen during exile?

"I feel tired wearing today's clothes. It will be much easier tomorrow. Hurry up and change so you can eat."

Jing Chunxi had long wanted to take off the burdensome covering she was wearing, so she lifted her skirt from the bottom up and then took off the outermost satin blouse.

"Grandpa, do you think this outfit of mine is okay?" She jumped up and turned a few circles in front of everyone, like a dancing butterfly. Her clothes were neat and neat, and the color was a standard sky blue-gray, not eye-catching at all, but adding a bit of girlish agility.