Chapter 99: Really Fragrance

"Daya, why are you here?"

As soon as Lu Qiniang walked into the kitchen and lit the oil lamp, she heard familiar footsteps behind her. She knew it was Daya without turning around.

"Mother, are you going to make food for the Third Young Master? Or should I do it?" Daya said with a smile, "I know you can't let him go to bed hungry."

"I was thinking, he's a guest. What's more, he's your father's cousin, a real relative. He's obviously young and spoiled by his family, but he's not a heinous criminal. It's not right to let him starve."

What would happen if Yun Ting thought of her in the future and all he could think about was not giving her food to eat?

"Daya, go back to sleep. Mom will make him a bowl of noodles. It will be quick. I can make this."

"Let me do it, he is picky." As she spoke, Daya had already washed her hands, scooped white flour into a basin, and added water to knead the dough.

"He may not eat it either." Lu Qiniang said.

She was afraid that Daya’s efforts were in vain.

"If he doesn't want to eat, we can eat it ourselves. We just need to do our best." Daya said calmly.

Lu Qiniang was also busy, cleaning here, sweeping there, and chatting with Daya.

"Mom, where is my dad?" Daya asked while rolling out the dough.

Lu Qiniang has already started boiling water.

"He's pretending to be asleep in the house."

"Pretending to sleep?"

"Well, he didn't let me come to cook for the Third Young Master. I insisted on coming, but he said he couldn't come, otherwise the Third Young Master would think he was soft."

Daya couldn't help laughing.

That’s true.

That Yun Ting seems like someone who would take advantage of others.

When the noodles were almost cooked, Lu Qiniang went to knock on the door of the east wing.

Yun Ting shivered in the quilt like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, his teeth chattering and he didn't dare to breathe.

Ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night, so scary...

He wants to go home!

"Third Young Master, are you asleep?" Lu Qiniang called out, muttering, "Falling asleep because you were hungry?"

Just as she was about to leave, the door was opened. Yun Ting came in, covered in a quilt, with his long hair hanging down behind him. He was running around, his face pale and covered in sweat.

"Oh my god, Third Young Master, you're sweating!" Lu Qiniang exclaimed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yun Ting was about to cry, but he said stubbornly, "You, why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"Since you haven't eaten yet, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles. Do you want to eat?"

"I didn't want to eat it at first," Yun Ting licked his lips, "but since you're so thoughtful, I'll have a bite. Where's the noodles?"

"In the kitchen. Go eat in the kitchen. There's a table and chairs in the kitchen."

Yun Ting raised his foot and was about to walk out.

"Just give this to me." Lu Qin's mother felt sorry for her brand new quilt being dragged on the ground, so she took the quilt from his hand, patted off the dirt on it, and put it back on the bed.

Her hand touched the bed and found it was damp.

When I touched it carefully, it was still quite wet.

It's not that I wet the bed, but is this a disease? I'm sweating so much.

Yun Ting walked into the kitchen and saw the noodles on the table. His body was more honest than his mouth, and he pounced on them like a hungry tiger.

This noodle is ordinary and simple to make.

When the scallions burst with golden edges in the lard, add water to the pot and bring it to a boil. Then cook the spider-silk noodles in the boiling water. The noodles float up and down like whitebait leaping in the waves.

After it’s cooked, add two blanched vegetables, a golden fried egg, four or five slices of braised pork, and half a spoonful of sesame paste. Pour hot soup over it and the aroma will fill your nose.

For Yun Ting, who had been hungry for almost a day, this was the most delicious food in the world that was better than any other delicacies.

Watching him wolf down the noodles, Lu Qiniang finally felt relieved.

She likes to eat a lot when guests come to her house.

Seeing that Yun Ting felt uncomfortable with his hair hanging down, she asked him to tie it up.

"I can't." Yun Ting said.

Things like combing his hair are naturally done by people serving him, he doesn't know how to do it.

Lu Qiniang: “…”

She had no choice but to simply give him a hairpin at the back of his head.

Yun Ting ignored her movements and just focused on eating.

Lu Qiniang looked at it and inexplicably thought of the piglets that had died tragically, and sighed.

It’s so easy to feed her little pigs.

"Third Young Master, is it delicious?" she asked with a smile.

"Just barely...still edible." Yun Ting slurped the third bowl before he remembered to wipe his mouth. His sleeves were already stained with oil. Then he burped and his face suddenly turned red.

Lu Qiniang had a hard time holding back her laughter.

I can only eat three bowls reluctantly. If I don’t force myself, do I have to eat the whole pot?

"Third Young Master, go back tomorrow." Lu Qiniang advised earnestly, "What kind of overnight hatred can there be between parents and children? They may say a few harsh words when they are angry, but if something happens to you, no one will be more worried than your family."

"I won't leave! I'm here to find Xiao Yan!" Yun Ting had a full meal and had the energy to continue being stubborn.

Daya washed the dishes silently without saying a word, her back was quiet and beautiful.

"You can't eat well or sleep well at my house..."

"I can eat, and I can sleep... I want to sleep with Xiao Yan!" He thought about it, and when he thought of Xiao Yan's unkindness, he suddenly felt a little scared and changed his words, "I'll sleep with you guys."

He can sleep on the couch.

Lu Qiniang: “…”

Xiao Yan, Ah Huang and I cannot agree to you sleeping in Ah Huang's place.

"Third Young Master, go to bed first and leave the door open," Daya said. "I still need to prepare some food for tomorrow in the kitchen. I'll close the door for you when I return to your room."

This is a good idea!

The weather is not cold now, so it's doable.

But Yun Ting's self-esteem did not allow him to agree.

"I'm not scared. I'm not afraid of anything." He insisted.

"Yes, I'm scared and need to keep the door open. Please look after it." Daya said lightly.

"Okay, then I'll agree to it reluctantly." Yun Ting got the chance to back down.

He walked to the door, suddenly turned around, and said to the dim yellow figure in the oil lamp: "I won't eat your food for free. I will treat you to a meal at Cuiyulou in the future."

Daya didn't move her eyebrows. "Go to bed early."

Yun Ting went back.

Perhaps because he was full and tired, he fell asleep quickly this time.

"Go to bed." Lu Qiniang closed the door for him, and came back to say to Daya, "Let's go back to bed too. This is really an ancestor."

"It's normal. He's surrounded by people, with dozens of people serving him. It's normal that he can't adapt to the current situation."

"I want to tell your father to send him away immediately. It's not that I feel bad about the rations, but I'm afraid something might happen to him. We can't afford it."

"It's not easy." Daya put away the dishes and chopsticks. "Mom, I'm afraid he will have to stay at our house for a while."

"Ah? How do you know? Did he tell you?"

"That's not the case," Daya said. "Just think about it, he caused a lot of unrest in the mansion before. He even tried to stab a pig with a knife during New Year's Day. You can imagine how much trouble it caused..."

"He's quite noisy." Lu Qin's mother had to admit, "If this were my son, I'd spank him three times a day!"

Daya looked at her belly and said, "It's always different when you look at your own family."

Even if her younger brother was just climbing up the roof and tearing off the tiles, she would still think he was smart and clever.

"Ah? Could it be that the Duke couldn't stand him anymore, so he let him out to suffer?"