Song Qingci quickly shook his head.
It can't be Mr. Fu San.
Because those four words are really vulgar.
Song Qingci couldn't imagine the banished immortal Mr. Fu San swearing.
But it’s strange. If it wasn’t her mother who did it, and it wasn’t Mr. Fu San, then who was it?
Maybe someone else came to seek revenge and it had nothing to do with her?
Well, that must be it.
"Don't guess randomly. No matter who it is, I feel relieved." Song Qingci said with a smile.
Someone is going to be pissed off today.
Sun Xiaodie, won’t you be so angry that you will become a puffer fish?
Serves you right.
It was such a relief to trouble her on her happy day.
No matter who does the good thing, Song Qingci wants to thank him.
But after listening to Xiaoxiao, the matter was over.
We are all busy celebrating the New Year now, so it’s not easy to get any information. Let’s wait until after the New Year.
Song Qingci planned to make things difficult for Sun Xiaodie.
"That's not right," Feng Xun suddenly remembered something. "Didn't they say the wedding was on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month? It's only the tenth! Third Master's birthday hasn't even come yet, why is it so early? Is it because Sun Xiaodie is pregnant and they're afraid it'll be exposed if she gets pregnant?"
Song Qingci: "..."
It's really possible.
But she thought about it carefully again, "It's not that my belly is too big, it's probably because the date of the baby's birth is too far away, which is unacceptable, so they are in a hurry to get married."
The time was already very tight at the end of December, and now it is moved forward by more than half a month. The wedding is really rushed.
However, Feng Xun reminded Song Qingci of something.
Mr. Fu San was born the day after tomorrow.
"How did you celebrate your father's birthday in the past?" Song Qingci asked Jin Yue, "Was it decorated with lanterns and colorful lights on the mountain, with pigs and sheep slaughtered, and everyone gathered together for a lively celebration?"
"No." Jin Yue said, "My father doesn't celebrate his birthday."
"Just a birthday?" Song Qingci couldn't understand.
Even if you are a poor family, don’t you have to eat a bowl of noodles on your birthday?
"It seems that it's because my father's birthday is my grandmother's death anniversary." Jin Yue whispered, then stuck out her tongue, "Sister, don't tell anyone. Aunt Zeng told me, and she won't let me tell anyone else."
"Then tell me."
"Because you are not an outsider."
Song Qingci: Thank you!
Mr. Fu Sanye's mother died of complications during childbirth?
If that's the case, then he will never have a happy birthday in his life, right?
I feel a little sympathetic towards him.
Should I still give her the gift she prepared?
Does it seem like you're exposing someone's scars?
"I didn't know this before. It was only last year when I started learning needlework that Aunt Zeng asked me to make a purse for my father, and then she told me all this."
"It's also because you're sensible."
The day after tomorrow is Third Master’s birthday. Should I give him this gift or not?
Fortunately, it will only take two days to resolve, I can just deal with it slowly, Song Qingci thought optimistically.
At this time, Nanny Zeng came to see her alone.
"Mammy, you're here. Did that confused little Jin Yue leave something behind again?" Feng Xun said with a smile, "The young lady made some pheasant soup. Come and have a hot bowl before you leave."
Feng Xun likes Aunt Zeng.
Aunt Zeng made her see a different kind of powerful woman.
He follows the rules and knows etiquette, and is a role model in everything, with not a single hair out of place.
She said to Song Qingci, "Miss, some people are just pretentious, but Madam Zeng has the rules etched into her bones. She is a hundred times more powerful than any nanny in a wealthy family that I can imagine."
Song Qingci: "As expected of you, you even dare to approach Madam Zeng. I don't dare to do that. I don't even dare to breathe in front of her."
Feng Xun: "I'm not your nanny, what are you afraid of?"
Why would it hurt if the whip didn't hit you?
She is not afraid.
She was also happy to get close to Aunt Zeng.
Aunt Zeng would have definitely refused in the past, but today she was uncharacteristically so, smiling and nodding, saying, "Then I'm sorry to bother you, young lady."
Feng Xun: "...Don't disturb me, don't disturb me."
Song Qingci put down the needle and thread in her hand and stood up to greet Nanny Zeng.
Aunt Zeng, however, rarely smiled and took the initiative to greet her: "Young lady, your needlework is really... serious."
Song Qingci burst out laughing when he heard that.
"It's really hard for you to let Madam praise me."
Madam Zeng said, "Young lady, you are a doctor who helps the world. Naturally, you don't need to waste time on these mundane matters. It's just for fun."
The words sounded so nice that Song Qingci became a little wary.
Fortunately, Madam Zeng did not beat around the bush. After putting down her teacup, she began to explain her purpose.
"You may not know this, young lady, but tomorrow is Third Master's birthday."
"Ah?" Song Qingci pretended to be stupid.
She couldn't just sell Jin Yue out.
"I'm the Third Master's wet nurse, but I can't cook. So I'd like to trouble Miss Song to make a bowl of longevity noodles for the Third Master tomorrow."
That’s it?
What is there to hesitate about?
Song Qingci agreed immediately, "Okay, just send someone to tell me, no need to come in person. Don't worry, I'll take care of such a small matter. I'll cook a few more dishes. I'm so grateful for your care, Third Master. I don't know how to repay you..."
"That's great, but I'm sorry to trouble Miss Song."
"No trouble, no trouble."
Song Qingci has some conspiracy theories.
Jin Yue said that Mr. Fu San doesn't celebrate his birthday.
What is the purpose of Nanny Zeng making such arrangements now?
You can't be hoping to "step on a landmine".
She didn't think so.
Even if she really touched Mr. Fu Sanye's forbidden zone, such as if she accidentally entered the back mountain, according to his style of doing things, he would definitely not target her indiscriminately.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
"Third Master doesn't like celebrating his birthday, but that's what we all want. I have some selfish motives and can't bear to see him alone on his birthday; but I know his taboos, so it's not easy to make arrangements. The girl hasn't been in the mountains long, so she doesn't know, so..."
Song Qingci: He did sell her, but he did it very frankly.
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, Ma'am."
She likes people who are straightforward.
Although Madam Zeng is usually quiet, the way she handles things is still very comfortable.
The next day, Song Qingci prepared a table full of dishes and invited Xunxun and Jinyue to have dinner together in the evening.
It’s a birthday, so I don’t care about eating too much, at least my family is around.
"I'm back, my dad is back."
Xunxun didn't know how many times she had gone out, her neck had grown long, and she finally waited for Master Fu San to come back.
Mr. Fu San was very relieved when he saw the expectation in Xunxun's eyes.
Although raising a child is stressful, when you see the child's innocent smile, you will feel the long-lost happiness.
However, the birthday boy's happiness did not last long.
He soon heard his eldest son complain, "Dad, what have you been doing? We've been waiting for you to come back and cook!"
Master Fu San: “…”
He thought they were waiting for him to come to the table, but turned out to be waiting for him to be put into the pot?
What's the matter?
Oil pan?
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