Chapter 322 Cooked a bowl of noodles for him
The next day, after breakfast, Mu Huaian left.
Yu Qinghuan ate for a long time, but nearly half an hour had passed and there was no sign of Cheng Gongjin.
On weekdays, he is always the first one to get up.
She was just about to call Sang Ru to ask Cheng Gongjin why he didn't come to dinner, but then Daying arrived.
"Miss Yu, the master slept late last night and just got up. You don't have to wait for him to eat."
Hearing Daying say this, Yu Qinghuan wondered, could it be that Zhaozhao had exhausted him too much last night?
"Is he alright?"
Daying: "Master is fine."
Yu Qinghuan nodded without thinking any more. Daying never lies.
She got up and took Sang Ru out. They left late today, so when the master and servant arrived, the restaurant was already open.
Yunniang in the kitchen was still wondering, "We clearly cleaned up last night before leaving, so why are there still pots of noodles and bowls and chopsticks?"
Sang Ru was surprised. Their restaurant didn't sell noodles. "Could it be that someone didn't leave and is cooking for themselves in the restaurant?"
Yunniang frowned. This was no small matter. If this was the case, the person who was doing this couldn't be allowed to stay. "Manager Yu, don't worry. I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
Yu Qinghuan didn't want to admit it at first, but after hearing Yunniang's words, she was afraid that others would know that Du Yunxiao had come last night. She coughed lightly and had to explain, "It was me. I left late last night and was a little hungry, so I cooked a bowl of noodles."
Hearing this, several pairs of eyes turned to look at her, especially Sang Ru.
Sang Ru stared at her daughter with suspicion for a long time. Everyone had dinner yesterday evening. If they had eaten noodles, why did she have dinner with the young master when she returned home last night?
Moreover, the girl had secretly cooked something when she was in Yu Mansion, but the food was so bad that she vomited. How could she have cooked noodles last night?
That side of noodles is probably cooked for other people to eat.
I don’t know who is so unlucky to eat the noodles ordered by the girl. I must be really hungry.
Seeing that this was cooked by Yu Qinghuan, Yun Niang did not pursue the matter any further. It was normal for a restaurant owner to cook something himself.
But she was really curious. The shopkeeper was a wealthy woman who didn't seem to work on weekdays. She had food to eat when she returned home, so why did she cook so much noodles for herself?
But this kind of doubt is just a thought in my mind.
It was like she was curious about why the restaurant's food and drinks were so expensive, yet there was still a constant stream of customers coming, but she couldn't ask about such things.
There are more customers today than the previous two days, and some of them don’t even ask about the price and look like they have money in their pockets.
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At noon, Yu Qinghuan was looking at the account book of the past two days in the private room. He remembered every income and every payment made by each diner, including their names, whether they were officials, their rank in the court, and who was traveling with them.
While Sang Ru was embroidering a new tiger-head hat for Yu Zhaozhao, she repeatedly glanced at Yu Qinghuan with suspicion. She had tried to hold back, but she still asked.
"Miss, who did you cook noodles for last night?"
Yu Qinghuan continued flipping through the account book and replied perfunctorily, "I ate it myself."
Sang Ru curled her lips and said, "You're lying, girl, you're such a picky eater, how could you possibly eat noodles you cooked yourself!"
Hearing this, Yu Qinghuan raised her eyes from the account book, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and looked at Sang Ru, "What's wrong with me eating the noodles I cooked myself?"
My cooking skills aren't that bad.
Du Yunxiao ate very happily last night and even drank the noodle soup, which showed his recognition of her cooking skills.
Sang Ru murmured softly, "It's not like you haven't cooked before. The food was so bad that it made you vomit."
If she hadn't mentioned it, Yu Qinghuan would have really forgotten about it.
That year, after the Du family left Beijing, the Yu family treated her even colder. Not only did Li withhold her monthly salary, but since no one cared, the people in the kitchen also treated her harshly. She often had no food to eat. Sometimes when Sang Ru went to ask for food, she was ridiculed and was only given leftovers.
Because they were so hungry, she and Sang Ru learned to cook for themselves.
They couldn't get much other dishes, only flour. The master and servant learned to cook food with flour, so Yu Qinghuan cooked noodles last night.
At that time, Sang Ru was still young and a little afraid of sparks, so Yu Qinghuan cooked it herself.
Now I just remember that it tasted terrible. I ate it but ended up vomiting it all out. Sang Ru had diarrhea all night.
At that time, Yu Qinghuan secretly vowed that one day she would become successful and she would never live like this in the Yu Mansion again.
That's why she was so determined to go to Jingyuan to play the piano and find a rich husband for herself.
Yu Qinghuan pulled his thoughts away from memories, and he didn't want to hide it from Sang Ru. After all, this girl had been with him for so many years and had always been helping him.
"Du Yunxiao came last night, and I saw he was hungry, so I cooked a bowl of noodles for him."
"Hiss--" Sang Ru was suddenly pricked by the needle and gasped in pain.
She looked at the girl in front of her in shock. How could she be involved with General Du again? Hadn't they drawn a clear line between them before?
When the Jinwu Guards came yesterday, the girl looked like she didn't want to accept General Du's kindness.
How come at night he changed his mind and gave her his private parts to eat?
Thinking about how Yu Qinghuan had been involved with Cheng Gongjin and the others in the past, Sang Ru felt a little uneasy, yet also a little curious. "Miss, you didn't do anything with General Du, did you?"
Yu Qinghuan instantly thought of the blushing kiss from last night. Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face. "No, what can I do with him?"
But Sang Ru knew her too well, and this kind of reaction definitely meant she had done something!
She asked tentatively, "Hold your hand?"
Yu Qinghuan: "No."
Sang Ru: "Kiss on the lips?"
Yu Qinghuan's forehead twitched. "No, don't ask. I didn't do anything."
Sang Ru said "Oh" and continued to sew the tiger-head hat in her hand. It seemed that she was going to kiss the little mouth.
It’s a pity that I returned to Cheng Mansion early last night to take over from Mother Xu in taking care of the little girl, otherwise I could have seen how the girl kissed General Du.
You really can't miss a single day.
Seeing Sang Ru's understanding, Yu Qinghuan tried to defend himself, "I just drank some wine last night and was a little drunk."
She definitely didn't want to kiss Du Yunxiao on her own initiative.
Sang Ru nodded, "I believe you, young lady."
Yu Qinghuan was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. Someone came to report, "Manager Yu, the distinguished guest named Zheng from yesterday is here again. He said he wants to see you for something."
Last name Zheng?
Sang Ru immediately looked at Yu Qinghuan. Why was this young master Zheng here again?
Yu Qinghuan herself hadn't expected that Zheng Qibai would actually come again after just a few pleasantries yesterday. "Please invite him to the private room. I'll follow."
As she spoke, she put down the account book in her hand, straightened her clothes, and prepared to go over and take a look.
I don’t know what this young man wants to see me about.
Sang Ru's voice came faintly, "Miss, remember not to drink, otherwise you will get drunk again and kiss Mr. Zheng on the mouth."
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