Chapter 189 Verbal Test

Suddenly, a dog barked in front of her. Molan was startled, but she thought that she was in the yard and didn't need to worry, so she ignored it. However, the barking sound was getting closer and closer, and the chickens in the backyard clucked excitedly, as if they were responding to something. Then, there was a knock on the door. Yes, it was a knock, not a knock. The knock on the door was powerful and shocked Molan again.

Molan walked back to the front yard. There was still no movement in the old man's room. After thinking for a while, Molan walked to the gate of the yard. There was the sound of the lady cursing outside the door. Molan didn't dare to open the door directly. She put her eyes to the crack of the door to look. This time, she was scared again. Opposite her was a cloudy eye rolling around.

The person outside the door didn't seem to expect that there would be a beautiful eye inside the door, and he took a step back in fear. The barking of the dog became louder, and Molan heard the person outside the door muttering, "The old man must have drunk too much again. Did anyone come to our house last night?" After

muttering for a while, Molan heard the knock on the door again. This time it was a knock. The voice from outside came, "I wonder if the girl inside is a guest in the house. I am the hostess of this house. I went to my mother's house before it rained yesterday. I went home to visit relatives, but because of the heavy rain, I didn't come back in time. I came home today because the sky cleared up. I think the old man in my family drank a lot of wine yesterday and he hasn't woken up this morning. Please open the door for me."

It was Mandarin. Listening to the woman's clear and logical words, Molan remembered that when her father-in-law talked about her mother yesterday, he was talking about the old woman's family. Molan was overjoyed. She was about to ask some details in a roundabout way to confirm the truth of her father-in-law's words.

Molan opened the door, and an old woman was standing outside the door with a package on her back, smiling. There was a big yellow dog lying at her feet. When he saw Molan, he got up and ran over to sniff her. Molan screamed and wanted to hide. The old woman scolded him, and the big yellow dog retreated obediently.

"Don't be surprised, young lady. My dog ​​always likes to sniff strangers."

Seeing that Molan's expression had eased a little, the old woman came in and talked to Molan with a smile, "You are so beautiful, young lady. Where are you from?"

Molan was just about to get some information from the old woman. She glanced at the big yellow dog that was still some distance away, then walked closer to the old woman so that she could get closer. She smiled warmly and replied, "You speak Mandarin very well. I'm from Jinling, but I'm not a native of Jinling. I came from Bianjing. I came out to play, but I didn't expect to get lost, and I couldn't understand the local dialect. Fortunately, I met you, old man, otherwise we would have nowhere to stay."

Molan was beautiful, her voice was charming and pleasant, and she flattered her deliberately. After a few words, she made the old woman laugh, and she enthusiastically told Molan how to get back to Jinling.

Then she put down the package in her hand and asked Molan, "You haven't had breakfast yet, I'll make it for you, what do you want to eat?"

Molan smiled and said, "Just make something casual. The meal my father-in-law made yesterday was very delicious. He must have learned the skill from you. I'm sure yours will be even better."

The old woman was so flattered that she was overjoyed and said to Molan, "You can just call me Auntie Huang. Oh, you don't know how to address me, young lady?"

"Just call me Auntie Mo'er."

"Then I'll make you my signature dish, shredded dried mustard, which is a specialty of Hanshan County. It's fresh and delicious, refreshing and appetizing, and is the best for breakfast. Miss Mo'er is so well-educated and well-mannered, she must be from a wealthy family. I'll make you some red bean cake, which I learned from the chef when I was a maid in a wealthy family. The master I served at that time loved to eat red bean cake the most." Aunt Huang kept talking and moving her hands, and she was a skilled worker.

Mo Lan's expression changed. Red bean cake? Red bean cake is my favorite cake.

"Then I will wait to taste your cooking skills, but you have to make more. I came here with my husband. It rained heavily yesterday, and he had to take care of me. He was exhausted and hasn't gotten up yet. I can't forget him when I eat delicious food at your place."

Aunt Huang was surprised, "Oh, I thought Miss Mo'er was already a lady. The lady is still very tender. I guess your husband loves her very much."

Molan's face was flushed by Aunt Huang's words. In order to facilitate her actions, she and Liang Han pretended to be husband and wife. She was a little embarrassed when Aunt Huang said this.

Seeing Molan's little daughter's attitude, Aunt Huang thought that the two might be newlyweds, and they would still be shy at this time. She didn't tease her, but just worked on the work at hand.

"By the way, Auntie, you speak Mandarin well. Did you learn it from your previous master? Then why don't you work there anymore? Your master treats you badly." Molan changed the subject.

Hearing this, Aunt Huang paused for a moment, then started moving again, "To work for a wealthy family, you have to speak Mandarin well. We all had to learn Mandarin before looking for a broker to introduce us to a job. The previous master was very generous and kind to the servants, but..." Aunt Huang paused for a moment before saying, "I'm not a housewife, and I'm older, with my children already married. They felt sorry for me still working outside, so I came back home."

This was not true. In fact, these ladies had the easiest time working for wealthy families. When they returned home, they had to do countless heavy farm work. Besides, the master's family was good, and from Aunt Huang's tone, the monthly salary was not bad. If Aunt Huang was not stupid, she would not come back home.

Molan did not expose her, and continued to follow Aunt Huang's words, "Aunt, your children are filial and can't bear to see you work any more. By the way, when did Aunt come back home? The official language has not regressed at all."

Aunt Huang smiled at first, and then thought about it, "It has been a full ten years."

After Aunt Huang finished speaking, Molan's head buzzed again. This time is indeed consistent with the time when the news of my mother's death came.

Molan calmed down and continued to ask questions, "That Aunt is really amazing. For many years, the official language has not been neglected. I don't know that Aunt's previous master's family is in Jinling City. My family's relatives are in Jinling City."

Hearing Molan's words, Aunt Huang replied, "Well, it's not a big family in Jinling City, but in Youyang, not far from Jinling City."

"Oh?" Molan pretended to be surprised, "Yuyang, but her last name is Sheng? I have a friend named Sheng, and she told me that her hometown is in Yuyang."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Huang shuddered and stopped moving her hands. She seemed very scared and tried cautiously, "I wonder how old the girl who is your friend is, and how old she is in her family?"

Seeing Aunt Huang's loss of composure , Minglan knew that what her father-in-law said was probably true. She clenched her sleeves, forced herself to be calm, and pretended to be cheerful as she continued to chat, "She is the same age as me, the fourth child in the family, a concubine's daughter, and a poor girl. I heard that her mother died early, in her hometown Youyang."