In a year of natural disasters, the young woman had billions of resources to build a paradise.

The flower hall of Jinglan Residence was filled with heat.

The copper pot was bubbling and boiling. Jiang Mianmian used serving chopsticks to pick up a slice of mutton and put it in.

The red meat broth was so hot that the slices of meat quickly changed color. While they were still tender, I scooped them out and rolled them in the sesame sauce, coating them with a thin layer. "Madam, would you like to try some?"

"Okay, I don't usually like to eat meat, but this tastes so good."

The old lady smacked her lips, took a bite of mutton, and her eyes narrowed with delight. "Not bad!"

Granny Zhao took the serving chopsticks and said, "This old servant has truly broadened her horizons. I've eaten hot pot before, but I never imagined it could be cooked and eaten fresh. Miss Jiang, please eat quickly. I can tell how well it's cooked by watching how many dishes you've cooked."

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony. I didn't expect that our estate has such a complete range of things, even lambs."

Jiang Mianmian called out to Jiu Niang and Shiqi Niang, "Would you like some tofu?"

"Okay, we won't be picky."

The two nodded repeatedly.

Several young ladies and wives of the Ye family were also at this table, enjoying their meal immensely.

At another table, Ye Hansheng and several young masters of the Ye family sat together.

Jiang Mianmian only prepared one copper pot, which they didn't have. They were envious, so they had to make do with a large iron pot.

With the same ingredients, you can still enjoy a steaming hot meal cooked in an iron pot.

But no matter how Ye Hansheng ate, something just didn't feel right.

She ran to the old lady with the bowl in her hand, "Granny Zhao, quick, give me a slice of meat to try!"

"You greedy child, doesn't your father feed you?"

Old Madam Ye laughed and scolded, "Make him more hot soup, and give him some vegetable leaves too. How can he not eat vegetables all day?"

She looked down on Ye Jianbai, but because of the bond between grandparents and grandchildren, she was quite fond of Han Sheng.

"Yes, madam, please rest assured."

Granny Zhao picked up some chrysanthemum greens and put them in the pot. "This dish was brought by Miss Jiang. Would the young magistrate like to try it and find it delicious?"

"Then I'll have to eat more! *slurp*"

Ye Hansheng kept his eyes glued to the meat in the pot.

After tasting it, he exclaimed, "Brothers! The meat cooked in this copper pot is different from ours!"

He jumped up from the heat, exclaiming, "This is so tender and fragrant! Ah, this dish is delicious too!"

Ye Xiuyuan seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Jiang Mianmian, "I wonder what's so special about this copper pot, Miss Jiang? Why does it taste better than food cooked in an iron pot?"

"Copper pots heat up quickly and reach higher temperatures, which allows meat slices and vegetables to cook faster, making the meat more tender and the vegetables crisper and more flavorful. Of course, they taste even better. If you have the chance in the future, you can make a few more pots like this at home, and that will be enough."

You can't hit someone who's smiling, and Jiang Mianmian was in a great mood, so she had the patience to explain a few things to her.

"Miss Jiang is indeed remarkable. No wonder she was chosen by the Blessing Fairy to be her disciple."

The speaker is Miss Ye, the illegitimate daughter of the second wife.

Jiang Mianmian just smiled and didn't say anything more.

The legitimate sons and daughters born to the second wife of the Ye family are all calm and reserved, while the illegitimate sons and daughters are very active.

She had no intention of getting involved in the Ye family's internal affairs and didn't want to get too involved with them.

If you're devoid of emotion, you can walk away freely. Yes, that's right.

Everyone had eaten until they were about 70% full when a messenger came in, reporting the trouble caused by the Jiang family at Zhongyi Courtyard. "Miss Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Mianmian asked curiously, "I have no relation to their family anymore. They didn't come to the Jiang family for me, so what do they want to see me for?"

Ye Xiuyuan silently lowered his head. What a bunch of scoundrels!

She added, "Madam, since everyone is here today, please allow me to speak a few words about some personal matters."

"You said."

The old lady has no objection.

Jiang Mianmian nodded and smiled, "I was sold by Jiang Lishi when I was young, and I've always been known as Mianmian at Lingxiao Tower. You can call me Mianmian or Miss Mianmian from now on, but please don't call me Miss Jiang anymore. I have no blood relation with the Jiang family, and we even have some old grudges. However, I came here to visit the old lady, and I didn't expect to meet them here. As for their purpose in coming here, you'll have to ask the Third Young Master."

"They were just desperate and needed someone to rely on."

Ye Xiuyuan stood up. "I'll go and deal with them right away."

"Didn't you say that Ranran was a good girl? Now that you've sent them away, aren't you just sending them out to their deaths?"

Madam Ye looked reluctant and said, "It would be better to stay and do some work; it's just a matter of having a few more mouths to feed."

She looked at the old lady and asked, "What do you think?"

"You can decide for yourselves about your own rooms, but just one thing: you are not allowed to provoke my distinguished guests."

Madam Ye lost her appetite and pulled Jiang Mianmian to her feet.

"Mianmian, let's go inside and play mahjong."

Jiang Mianmian then pulled Seventeen and Ninth Sister along, "Come on, let's team up."

Four people, just enough for one table.

The clatter of mahjong tiles soon filled the room, and the game outside ended. The maids quietly tidied up the tables, chairs, and dishes.

Jiang Zhongtian was getting anxious and paced back and forth in the room.

A maidservant rushed over and whispered a few words to the maids and servants outside.

"Hey! What are you all gossiping about?"

Jiang Zhongtian rushed out.

The maids were frightened away, but a few strong old women stayed behind.

He stared at them with a forced smile, "Since when do we need to report to you before we speak?"

"Second brother, what's wrong?"

Jiang Jiman finally woke up and called Jiang Zhongtian back.

Upon realizing that he had been unconscious for a while and that so many unpleasant things had happened, he coughed for a long time, "It's easy to see the King of Hell, but it's hard to deal with his underlings. Why did you provoke them? Now that we're going to have to stay here and see them every day, they don't even give us a kind look. How can we... cough cough cough!"

"I was just angry for a moment, wasn't I?"

Jiang Zhongtian felt like his heart was being boiled in hot oil, especially when he saw the salted vegetables and cornbread on the table, and then thought about how that girl was eating and drinking so well. He almost couldn't control his anger. "When I see her, I will, I will..."

"What do you mean by 'must'? Can't you see the current situation?"

Jiang Jiman was also angry, but what good was being angry?

He looked at Jiang Ranran and asked, "Ranran, tell your brother the truth, how exactly does your Brother Ye plan to settle us?"

Before they arrived, Jiang Ranran told them without batting an eye that Ye Xiuyuan would definitely treat them well.

Now, all she feels is a burning pain in her face!

He lowered his head and stammered, "I don't know either."

"Okay, then I understand."

Jiang Jiman glanced at her, regretting how she had been so blind to have such a useless younger sister.

If I truly cared for Mianmian, how could I have been repeatedly schemed against, and how could I have ended up in this predicament? "The only way now..."

"Third Young Master, what brings you here?"

The old woman's surprised voice rang out.

Jiang Ranran's face immediately lit up with surprise, "Brother Ye came to see you in person! He still cares about me a lot!"

Jiang Jiman stopped talking, propped himself up to sit up, and said, "Go out and greet them quickly."

"Sorry, I'm late."

A clear voice rang out, and the Jiang family members all looked over.

A paper umbrella was held halfway inside the house and halfway outside, completely shielding the raindrops.

The man under the umbrella was dressed in a brocade robe, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding an extraordinary air of nobility.