Chapter 56: No matter how valuable something is, it cannot compare to you
Auntie Ahfu brought a red lacquer box made of golden nanmu wood, which showed how precious the things inside were.
As soon as you open it, the rich aroma of medicine mixed with sandalwood hits you in the face.
Liang Weiyuan looked inside and saw a ginseng with legs as long as her forearm. The texture on its skin was like the roots of an ancient cypress, and a yellow silk ribbon representing the imperial court was tied to the roots.
"This is a thousand-year-old ginseng given by the late emperor himself." The old lady gently stroked the ginseng. "I have kept it at the bottom of a box. I will bring it out to you today to nourish your body."
Liang Weiyuan was surprised for a moment by such a treasure.
She looked at the old lady, and before she could answer, she felt her palm tighten.
Huo Jin saw that his fingers had grasped her sleeves at some point, with veins clearly protruding from the joints, drawing a rapid rhythm on her palm.
The old lady was surprised and delighted. She had not expected her grandson to recover so quickly.
"Grandma." Liang Weiyuan understood what Huo Jinjian meant and whispered to the old lady, "My husband said that this ginseng is too valuable, so he asked you to keep it for yourself."
The old lady's eyes gradually turned red again. She leaned on her crutches and tremblingly held Huo Jinjian's hand, "Silly child, no matter how valuable the things are, they are not as important as your recovery."
"Grandma's only wish is for you to wake up as soon as possible. You are filial, so please don't make me wait too long."
Seeing the closed phoenix eyes trembling slightly, Huo Jin tensed the back of his hands tightly, as if trying hard to shake the old lady's hand.
Seeing this, Liang Weiyuan wanted to give the grandparents some time alone, so she said, "I'll go to the kitchen and tell them to make some easily digestible liquid food for my husband."
The old lady nodded.
When Liang Weiyuan reached the cave entrance, he looked back and saw the grandfather and grandson, one with silver hair and the other with black hair, muttering something. The scene was heartwarming.
Just this one glimpse reminded her of her mother and elder brother.
Liang Weiyuan smiled and shook her head, collected her thoughts, walked to the kitchen, lifted the curtain and went in.
There was steam rising inside, freshly peeled chestnuts were piled on the locust wood chopping board, chicken soup was bubbling in the copper stove, and all kinds of aromas were in the air.
Liang Weiyuan looked around and suddenly paused.
I saw a big bearded man holding a bunch of leeks, standing in front of the stove in a panic.
"Wei San, I told you to chop the chives, not throw them away whole!"
Chef Su waved a kitchen knife at him and said something irresponsibly, "You're so clumsy! Are you trying to poison the people in the mansion with bad intentions?"
The man named Wei San had an old scar under his left eyebrow that glowed red in the firelight. He scratched his head and cheeks in a state of extreme embarrassment as Chef Su cursed him.
However, when he heard the sound of light footsteps approaching, he suddenly turned around sharply, his thick brows furrowed into a knot.
His movements were as swift as those of martial artists, but he suddenly froze when he saw who was coming.
Liang Weiyuan met his slightly sharp gaze. He looked like a brave man, but when he saw him, he shuddered and immediately lowered his eyes. His beard trembled with his heavy breathing, and he seemed a little nervous.
This reaction made Liang Weiyuan look at him a few more times.
"Madam."
Chef Su, who was in charge of the cooking, saw Liang Weiyuan at the same time. He wiped his hands hurriedly, his small eyes rolling around under the greasy brim of his hat. "If you have any instructions, just send someone to pass them on. Why did you come here in person? The fumes are choking."
"No problem. Just give orders to prepare liquid chestnut porridge for the eldest master's lunch today."
Liang Weiyuan's eyes slowly swept over the scorching copper pot on the stove. "Use the newly harvested Yanshan chestnuts, add snow water and simmer slowly. Cook them until they are delicate and soft so that the eldest master can swallow them."
Upon hearing this, Chef Su rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Oh, what a coincidence!"
"The Yanshan chestnuts were taken away by the Marquis's wife a long time ago, and only the old ones are left... It's not good to give the stale ones to the eldest son."
"Really?" Liang Weiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered.
If she remembered correctly, Chef Su was from the Yu family.
This is because he boasts of having the Yu family as his backer, and he has been ordered to neglect the work of pushing the tower.
Liang Weiyuan took two steps forward, her skirt brushing against the firewood beside the stove, startling a few sparks, reflecting her cold eyes:
"This morning I saw the storehouse manager register ten bags of new chestnuts. Could it be that a rat has taken them to the second room?"
Chef Su shuddered, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a greasy smile appeared on the corners of his mouth: "This, maybe the steward remembered it wrong."
"The Marquis's wife is pressing me hard, and I have no choice..." He dragged out his words, emphasizing the word "Marquis's wife" deliberately, as if he was fearless.
"What can't be done?"
At this time, Liang Weiyuan had not yet spoken when a muffled roar suddenly sounded beside her.
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