"Really?" Jiang Shuyue's eyes lit up.
"Really, she just sent me to deliver a message: steam four baskets of white flour buns and four baskets of coarse flour buns."
As she spoke, Aunt Wu began to knead the dough.
Jiang Shuyue quickly pulled her back: "Aunt Wu, go back quickly. We're not tired. The kitchen is warm. It won't hurt to stay a little longer."
Wu Ma stopped at the door: "The head housekeeper told you to lock the kitchen door when you leave and send the key to her room."
Jiang Shuyue suppressed her joy and nodded in agreement: "Understood."
Qiuju let out a wail: "That old hag is deliberately torturing Miss! How long will it take to make all these steamed buns!"
"Don't shout, the later the better." Jiang Shuyue picked up the basin and started scooping out flour.
Qiuju understood and decided that they should wait until everyone on the estate was sound asleep before leaving.
Jiang Shuyue and Qiu Ju steamed five baskets of white flour, five baskets of coarse flour, and two baskets of cornbread.
Seeing the young lady's posture, Qiuju knew that she was preparing to run away tonight.
Around 7:45 PM, the head housekeeper came over and gave Jiang Shuyue a final instruction, telling her to just put the key in through the window.
Watching the old woman leave with a yawn, Jiang Shuyue was overjoyed.
While Qiuju was dozing off, she quietly slipped away to the stable.
A horse-drawn carriage, two mule carts, and their fodder were all stored away in his spatial storage with a wave of his hand.
Back in the kitchen, she told Qiuju to go back inside, and then she ransacked the kitchen, leaving not even a stove used for brewing medicine.
She would have taken the stove with her if it weren't for the fact that the stove was made of stone on the ground.
At 3:45 PM, the master and servant, each carrying a bundle, walked along the wall towards the side gate.
Qiuju nervously looked around, afraid that the head of the manor or a servant might stumble upon them running away when they got up in the middle of the night.
Jiang Shuyue calmly walked to the side door and gently removed the latch.
By the faint moonlight, a copper lock could be seen hanging on it.
Jiang Shuyue quickly removed the hairpin and skillfully manipulated the lock cylinder.
A soft "click" sounded.
"who?"
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