Chapter 687 A Great Gift

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Master Yao's personal maid frowned and said unhappily, but before she could finish the rest of her words, she was interrupted by Dong Qinglian who walked in.

"What are you doing?"

Dong Qinglian glanced at Master Yao's maid, and a flash of displeasure flashed across her eyes.

Her personal maid immediately knelt down and apologized, showing her burned red hands.

"Please forgive me, young lady. I told this sister that I would send the hangover soup to the garden, but she didn't believe me. I was clumsy and dropped the hangover soup."

After hearing what her personal maid said, Dong Qinglian became even more displeased with Master Yao's personal maid. She hadn't even married into the Yao Mansion yet, and a maid with no name or status dared to trip up her personal maid in her own territory, showing that she didn't take her seriously.

Dong Qinglian was unhappy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She said directly to the maid kneeling beside her:

"Why are you so careless? You must have not explained it clearly, so Xiaoya didn't let you take it away. After all, this is imported stuff, so you should be more cautious. Go and accept the punishment yourself!"

"Yes, Miss!"

The maid naturally understood her mistress's expression and immediately left the kitchen.

"Xiao Ya, I did make an appointment with your son to watch the moon and to help him sober up. Now the sobering soup has been spilled, so I'll trouble you to make a new one. Since you're not sure about what you're eating, just watch it yourself, how about that?"

Dong Qinglian said kindly.

"Xiaoya knows."

Xiaoya lowered her eyes and spoke respectfully, but her clenched hands betrayed her mood.

Lianyi lay on the beam and watched the show. It was obvious that Xiaoya was the personal servant of Young Master Yao, so she was full of hostility towards the future wife. However, due to her status, she could do nothing.

Dong Qinglian also saw through Xiaoya's thoughts and had begun to suppress him. She was sure that Xiaoya would die on the way to Kyoto. Dong Qinglian would never show mercy to those who coveted her things, just like she did to her original body.

Xiaoya could only take the ingredients for the hangover soup handed over by the kitchen maid and start making the soup by herself in the kitchen.

The old woman in the kitchen also said in a sarcastic tone:

"We old fools should not stay in the kitchen. Otherwise, if Miss Xiaoya fails to make the hangover soup, Master Yao will be dissatisfied with us and we will be blamed for any problems."

"Stop talking. There's some wine left over from the banquet today. It's a bargain for the two of us. Let's have a couple of drinks to relieve our fatigue. After Miss Xiaoya finishes her work, we can come and clean the kitchen. Don't get in the way here."

After saying that, the two maids left, leaving Xiaoya alone in the kitchen.

Lianyi did not leave, but continued to wait here. When she saw that the hangover soup was ready, a servant hurried into the kitchen and said to Xiaoya:

"Miss Xiaoya, go check it out! Your master is angry and is looking for you!"

Xiaoya was also startled when she heard it. She dropped the palm-leaf fan in her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and ran out. Lianyi was waiting for this moment.

She jumped off the roof and climbed in through the back window of the kitchen. She took out a tube of transparent potion and poured it into the sobering soup. Then she moved her ears and hid behind the water tank. It was night and the chef had left, so the firelight was dim. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell that there was anyone where she was hiding.

It was Xiaoya who came back. She whispered:

"Humph! I won't fall for trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Then she quickly poured the sobering soup into a white soup bowl, put it on a tray and took it away. Not long after she left, Dong Qinglian's maid entered the kitchen and went straight to the sobering soup bowl. When she found it was empty, she stomped her feet, turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

Lianyi then calmly left the kitchen and returned to the inn as quickly as possible. On the way, she did not forget to ask Shijiu:

"Did Master Yao drink the hangover soup?"

“Drink it!”

Shijiu replied immediately.

"Your move is truly ruthless. Master Yao will have a hard time in the future!"

"He's not a good person to begin with. I've been very lenient by not making him impotent."

"You gave him the gene defect fluid produced in the interstellar space. He will be extinct in three generations at most."

"You praise him too much. His body, hollowed out by alcohol and sex, is not as strong as that of an interstellar person. I bet he won't last more than a generation."

During the interval between their conversation, she had already returned to the guest room, lay down on the mat on the floor, and fell asleep.

"I'll keep an eye on it."

Apparently Shijiu decided to take part in this bet.

The next morning, Song Dachuan and his family of four checked out of the room and followed the bustling crowd to the only temple in Wangshan Town. The further they walked, the more people there were. Both sides of the road were filled with people setting up stalls at the temple fair. Ancient people did not have much entertainment, and temple fairs were a form of mass entertainment, so the participation rate was still very high.

At this time, Hu Zi was already riding on Song Dachuan's neck, directing his father to go from stall to stall. However, Hu Zi was very sensible and would not buy everything he saw. At most, he would just look at it and satisfy his curiosity, and then go to the next stall.

The more Hu Zi was like this, the more his family cherished him. They bought him a small wooden horse and some candy men. The family happily went to Wangshan Temple, burned incense and worshiped Buddha. Hui Niang fulfilled her wish, and Hu Zi kowtowed to the Buddha. The four of them returned to Zhangjia Village before the sun set.

In the following days, Master Yao's men were still busy looking for the letter and the jade pendant, while Lianyi continued to nurture Hu Zi's body and do some light work.

Autumn came in the blink of an eye, and the autumn harvest was soon approaching. However, Master Yao found nothing, so he had to welcome Miss Dong's bridal sedan and set off for Kyoto.

When Miss Dong left, she had sixty-four loads of dowry. People from Zhangjia Village who went to watch the fun came back and went to Song Dachuan's house to find Lianyi to tell her about the grand occasion. It was obvious that they felt sorry for her, as she lost the opportunity to go to Kyoto.

But no one in the Song family regretted it. In Zhang Hui Niang's eyes, that was not a wealthy place, but a den of wolves and dragons. They, a farming family, did not have so many thoughts and it was better for them to live an ordinary life.

Moreover, the ointment that their daughter bought from Pujitang was very effective. The scar seemed to have shrunk a little compared to before. They had hope in their hearts and naturally had no other thoughts.

The autumn harvest has begun, and it is another busy day. Song Dachuan and his wife got up early and worked late to harvest all the wheat from five acres of land. Then they dried, threshed, and ground the wheat, and stored the bags of grain in the warehouse. The feeling of having surplus food at home made the whole family very happy.

"With Lianyi here this year, we both have a lot more ease. After the autumn harvest, I didn't lose weight, but gained weight instead."

Song Dachuan was weaving bamboo baskets in the main room while talking to Hui Niang who was doing needlework.

"Lianyi was worried that we wouldn't have enough to eat while working, so she cut a lot of meat and cooked it for us in different ways. Every time she went to deliver food, the aroma made people harvesting wheat in the fields nearby drool. It would be strange if we didn't get fat."

Hui Niang also said this with a smile, her words showing a sense of pride.

"Our daughter is good at cooking. If she practices hard, she can make a living from it in the future. It's also a good skill."

See you tomorrow, my dears! Fengling has her birthday tomorrow, I will update you later!

(End of this chapter)