After dinner, Shuiqing quickly washed up by candlelight. After a long day, she fell asleep much easier than she had expected, almost immediately.

Early the next morning, the people of Zhulin Village got up. They didn't dare to disturb the host family and slowly walked to the front of the main house to check if anyone was awake. When the house was built, three separate main houses were built. They could be used as a place for the village to discuss matters on weekdays, and when the host family came, they would be cleaned up and used as separate residences.

It's quiet and comfortable, and it also means the master doesn't have to live in the servants' quarters.

Aunt Zhou was in charge of the host family's breakfast today. She made a big pot of chicken soup with an old hen, added hand-pulled noodles, and served it with a side of appetizers: pickled radish, spicy and sour pickled cowpeas, stir-fried cabbage hearts, and cold spinach salad.

When the men saw the breakfast that Aunt Zhou brought, their brows furrowed noticeably, and they pointed out one after another: "Aunt Zhou, isn't this too vegetarian? Only the chicken in the noodle soup is meat."

"That's right. Although there were four dishes, none of them were meat. The host has come all this way, how can we serve them this?"

“The pickled radishes and cowpeas we eat every day are not suitable for serving our master! No, no, they should all be replaced with meat.”

"Yes, if you ask me, these four side dishes should be changed to stir-fried rabbit meat, fried eggs, braised fish, plus cured pork stir-fried with garlic. That would be perfect! That would be more worthy of the host."

They can now eat meat every two or three days, all thanks to the Lord's family. Of course, they should give the best to the Lord's family!

Aunt Zhou's old hen soup is indeed very good, and the noodles are made of wheat flour, but the side dishes are not good; they are too bland.

Aunt Zhou was also a little unsure, and mumbled, "I asked my daughter about this, and she said that's how the family eats breakfast, sometimes even simpler."

Her eldest daughter married a man named Mancang. They took turns cooking for the master's family. According to her daughter, the master's family sometimes had a pot of porridge with a few pickled vegetables and boiled eggs for breakfast.

How could she possibly cook a pot of porridge for the host family? This was something that had been brought up again and again!

Furthermore, the daughter mentioned that her mother said there was too much meat in yesterday's dishes and asked her to cook more vegetables today, so she only added two vegetables this morning.

Shuiqing heard something about pickled radishes and cowpeas in her sleep, and couldn't help but swallow.

There was nothing she could do; she had eaten meat all day yesterday, and now all she wanted was something sour and spicy to whet her appetite. After slowly waking up, she heard intermittent whispers outside the window, quickly put on her clothes, opened the door, and went out.

The person outside hadn't expected that their hushed voices would still wake Shui Qing. They immediately lowered their heads as if they had done something wrong and apologized: "Madam, we're sorry, we woke you up."

Even though I lowered my voice, they still have loud voices!

People in the village are used to shouting, which is why they woke up the lady.

"It's alright, I went to bed early last night and got plenty of sleep," Shui Qing said softly, then her gaze fell on the wooden tray that Aunt Zhou was carrying, and her eyes immediately lit up: "Is this our breakfast? Bring it in quickly!"

Apart from the chicken soup, the other four side dishes were really good!

Aunt Zhou happily exclaimed "Yes!" and quickly brought breakfast into the house.

He didn't forget to turn around and give the others a knowing look: "Look at our host family, they're not extravagant at all. They enjoy eating pickled vegetables with noodles."

The men were preoccupied with the fact that the host family was too frugal!

Shuiqing had no idea what the people of Zhulin Village were thinking. She just felt that eating a bowl of authentic old hen soup noodles with two small dishes of pickled vegetables and stir-fried vegetables on a winter morning made her feel comfortable from the inside out.

After breakfast, seeing everyone gathered at the door, he didn't linger any longer and waved his hand, "Let's go see how the sugar making is going!"