Chapter 18: Beautiful Madam, Please Have a Dinner
Slowly walked out of the main house.
The two people who were waiting came forward and took this seemingly ordinary daily meal very seriously. Lu He asked, "Sister, is there anything you want to eat?"
Jiusu said truthfully: "She doesn't want to eat anything, but I will do my best to make her like it. I just wonder if Madam has any dietary restrictions?"
Mr. Qian shook his head.
"There are no dietary restrictions. Madam used to love to eat everything and was curious about everything. The kitchen is right in front, and everyone in the mansion is at your disposal."
At this time, the maid came out and bowed slightly, "Master, the lady said that we should have lunch together."
"Ah? Together?" Lu He's mind flashed with a bad picture. She nervously held her handkerchief and asked, "My sister's condition..."
The maid hurriedly explained, "Madam's face looks a little rosy. It's just that we haven't eaten together for a long time. She wants to have dinner with you, the master, and the young masters."
Lu He nodded excitedly, looked around, then turned around and said.
"Master, I'll go call Junjie and Yuanming, and we'll have dinner together."
"Go ahead." Mr. Qian sighed. Is Madam feeling better? Puzzled, he walked to the inner room.
At this time, Jiusu had already arrived in the kitchen. She ordered someone to bring paper and pen. In fact, the lady's illness was simple, but it was delayed for too long. Iron deficiency anemia and unhappy temperament made her weak easily.
She handed over the list.
"Go buy some hawthorn, one ounce of astragalus, and two qian of angelica wine."
"This...is this medicine?" the maid asked in confusion.
Jiusu nodded, "Dietary therapy is not very useful for Madam, she still needs to take medicine. Don't worry, Madam will drink it."
The medicines were all common and were purchased quickly.
At this time, Jiusu had already prepared a soup with golden corn and hawthorn, which was sweet and sour and delicious, and whetted people's appetite.
I also squeezed hawthorn juice by hand and finally prepared a table of delicious dishes before noon.
In the front hall, Qian Junjie looked at the bastard reading beside him with disdain, bullying him from time to time. Seeing his father's warning, he immediately became obedient, holding his stomach and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, what kind of chef did you hire? Why is the cooking so slow?"
"Just wait patiently!" Mr. Qian said unhappily.
Afterwards, he asked about Qian Yuanming's homework again. Seeing that he had almost finished reviewing, he patted his shoulder with satisfaction and praised him, "Not bad, not bad. You are worthy of being your father's good son. Study hard, okay?"
Qian Yuanming nodded: "Yes, my son will study hard and not bring shame to you."
Qian Junjie kicked the stool hard, and it slid away. He asked with a stern face: "Qian Yuanming, what do you mean? Are you saying that I have embarrassed Dad?" He grabbed his brother's collar, pulled him up, and asked viciously.
Qian Yuanming lowered his head and said, "I don't have any."
Behind.
Lu He was walking over with his wife, but before the master could say anything, Madam Qian scolded him, "Junjie! How can you talk to your brother like that?"
Qian Junjie looked at the woman who stood up and blurted out.
"Aren't you almost dying? How come you can still stand up? Are you faking illness?"
"You..." Mrs. Qian covered her chest with her hands, her face pale with anger. She closed her eyes slightly and sat on a wooden chair covered with a soft blanket, her chest heaving up and down.
What kind of rebellious son did she give birth to? He deserves to die!
Lu He pursed her lips and said, "Master, it's almost time for dinner, please sit down."
"Why should a little singing concubine like you decide whether I sit down or not?" Qian Junjie sneered, shaking his head and scolding everyone he met. "You don't think that just because your son is a good student, you can become the wife of the Qian family, do you?"
Qian Yuanming stood up quickly, put his hands on his sides, clenched his fists, and warned: "Don't insult my mother!"
It seemed that the two men were about to fight.
Luhe and Mrs. Qian were very worried, and Luhe shook her head at her son.
Mr. Qian was so angry that he kicked his unfilial son on the leg, spitting all over the place. "If you don't want to eat, get out!"
"Get out if you want!" Qian Junjie had no choice but to stay here, listening to his father praising the illegitimate son and scolding him, and listening to his mother weakly spreading negative energy. He glanced at a few people, sneered a few times, and walked out of the yard.
But he met some maids carrying dishes.
These dishes looked quite interesting. His eyes fell on the last 'maid' who was not wearing a maid's uniform. "Stop."
Jiusu looked up and saw that it was Qian Junjie. He said, "Go, go, go!" and hid quickly.
Qian Junjie blocked it, touched his chin, and looked at him curiously, "I told you to stop, can't you hear me?"
"I heard it, but you don't want to stand. Are you blind?" Jiusu narrowed her eyes slightly. Seeing this kind of person, she couldn't help but get angry. She walked quickly into the house and closed the door.
Qian Junjie: “???”
Bang!
The door was kicked open.
Qian Junjie pointed at himself, glared at the woman sitting next to him, and yelled, "Do you know who I am? You actually closed the door! Get up! Who told you to sit down?"
Green Lotus explained.
"This is the amazing chef the master invited. Young Master, please be careful with your words."
"Master Chef? Isn't that still a servant?" Qian Junjie crossed his arms and looked disdainful. "I want to taste what you cook."
He picked up the chopsticks and stretched them towards the dining table.
Jiusu knocked the chopsticks to the ground with a spoon and said, "Master Qian, Madam, I may offend you, but I still have to say this."
He took a deep breath and said to Qian Junjie.
"I'm not a servant in your mansion. Besides, Madam Qian is so seriously ill, and you're still such a jerk. A three-year-old kid on the street is more sensible than you. You don't do anything serious every day. Don't you think life is boring? You don't want to be praised, and you only like to do bad things and be criticized every day, right?"
Mr. Qian slammed the table and shouted, "Scold! Good scolding!"
Qian Junjie didn't react for a moment. After a while, he could only say, "How dare you scold me?"
"What? Your face is made of gold, so you can't curse people?" Jiusu chuckled, then raised her eyebrows and looked at his face, as if she was really studying what his face was made of, and why he was so shameless.
Qian Junjie's eyes widened, his face flushed and his neck thickened.
He must teach this woman a lesson! He raised his hand to grab her wrist, "Bitch, how dare you say that to me?"
Jiusu took a step back and kicked him in the abdomen. She studied medicine and actually wanted to do as described in other books, take out a silver needle and prick the laughing and crying points, but this was totally unreasonable.
Because, that is a trick from fantasy novels.
Her story is purely ancient, but she has a trick that works every time.
"Who are you talking about, bitch?"
"Bitch is talking about you!"
When he met the woman's teasing eyes, Qian Junjie realized that he had fallen into a trap. He was angry but there was nothing he could do because his father was already on the verge of getting angry.
Mr. Qian looked at his wife crying. They had finally had a meal together, but it turned out like this.
He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't want to eat, get out!"
"Eat!" Qian Junjie sat down quickly.
Jiusu knew when to quit. No matter how much of a bastard Qian Junjie was, he was still the son of the Qian family. She couldn't beat him. She kicked him, which probably made them unhappy.
She served Mrs. Qian a bowl of corn and hawthorn soup and said, "My beautiful lady, please enjoy your meal."
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