"Well, forget it. I'm not going to eat anymore. I'm going to the study." Duan Tingxuan knew that he was being unreasonable. He was just looking at the table full of delicious dishes, but the big bowl of vegetable dumplings was always swaying in front of his eyes. He was really upset. Instead of taking his anger out on his wife, he might as well go to the study. Maybe he would be hungry in the middle of the night and the food would taste good.
When he arrived at the study, he saw Siping coming out. His eyes lit up and he laughed, "What? Did you bring my things over?"
When Siping saw him, he smiled in a way that was uglier than crying: "Master, please forgive my mother. The day before yesterday, you said the vegetable dumplings were too greasy. The day before yesterday, you said they were too bland. Yesterday, you said they were too salty. Today, after I went home, my mother fried another pot, but when I ate it, it tasted nothing. After analyzing the reason with my mother, it turned out that she forgot to add salt. Master, my mother is old and can't stand this. If it happens a few more times, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat normal meals when I go home in the future."
"Is it as serious as you say?" Duan Tingxuan looked at his trusted servant with a dark face, "Didn't you always say that you would be loyal to me even if your head was cut off or you were bleeding? Now I didn't ask you to cut your head off or bleed, but I asked you to go home and make some food for me, but you started crying and making a scene? Are you afraid that you won't be able to eat normal meals in the future? If you can't eat, you'll just starve to death. I'll consider you a martyr in the service of the Lord and will give you a respectful burial."
Siping was speechless, and Duan Tingxuan knew that he was venting his anger on others. The first three meals of vegetable dumplings had made him understand this truth: the deliciousness of vegetable dumplings does not depend on their name, but depends on who makes them.
"You say, did that woman really learn some cooking skills from the King of Hell in the Yama Palace?" Coming to the study, Duan Tingxuan plopped down on the chair. All he could think about was his legal wife, whom he had never bothered to even look at before.
"This... It's hard to say for sure about ghosts and gods. But... I feel that after grandma died, she seemed to have become a different person." Siping carefully observed his master's expression and murmured, "So... maybe the King of Hell is real, Master."
He seems like a different person.
Duan Tingxuan sat up straight at once, and a thunderclap sounded in his mind: That's right, she has become a different person, not just her cooking skills, her temperament, speech, attitude, and expression are completely different from the past. No matter how great the life and death disaster is, it will not completely change a person, otherwise the saying "It is difficult to change one's nature" would not have become a famous saying passed down through the ages.
Quite interesting.
Duan Tingxuan showed a cunning smile at the corner of his mouth, and slowly leaned back on the back of the chair: Is it a resurrection of the dead? Or a fox spirit? Or is it a female ghost? It's not that I haven't heard of such things before. Haha, if this is true, it would be fun. Well, a gentleman does not talk about strange and chaotic things. I should not be too impatient and just wait and see.
Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky outside the window, only to see it was pitch black, so he said to himself: "Forget it, I'll let you have another good dream tonight, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"say what?"
Siping was startled by his master's strange mumbling, and subconsciously asked a question, but saw Duan Tingxuan glaring at him unhappily and snorting coldly: "Tell me what will be buried with you after you die in the line of duty."
Siping then lowered his head deeply and dared not say another word.
"Xiangyun, watch the porridge pot and peel and cut these two salted duck eggs. I'm going to get some water for washing my face. Grandma will probably wake up soon."
In the small kitchen of Meiyue Building, Honglian had already prepared everything. Seeing Xiangyun come in refreshed, she handed the finishing work to her and went out with hot water. When she came to the door of Su Nuannuan's room, she heard mumbling voices inside. So she knocked on the door and went in, pouring the warm water into the copper basin on the shelf, smiling and saying, "Grandma got up so early in the morning and kept talking. What makes you so happy?"
"Happy?"
Su Nuannuan came over and pointed her slender finger at her right eye: "Look, look at my eye, do you see anything?"
Honglian looked carefully and shook her head in confusion, "No, what's wrong with grandma's eyes?"
"Look again, carefully." Su Nuannuan looked at her with a look of disappointment: "I have told you many times that you should observe things carefully. You are the eldest girl, you should set an example for Xiangyun in everything..."
"Grandma, I really can't see anything, not even eye mucus, what do you want me to see?" When Honglian heard her grandma's words, she knew that she was still in a bad mood after waking up. She almost knelt down, trying to look at Su Nuannuan's right eye, wondering if an eyelash got into the eye? But she couldn't see it.
"Didn't you notice that your eyelids are twitching?" After hearing Honglian's words, Su Nuannuan didn't want to educate this loyal girl anymore. She sighed and rubbed her eyes.
"I can't see it." Honglian widened her eyes, but saw that Su Nuannuan's beautiful double eyelids were delicate and smooth, with no signs of twitching.
"Yeah, that's right. I don't dance anymore now." Su Nuannuan rubbed her face, "Strange. When I first woke up, I danced like I was rebelling."
Honglian prepared soap and other things for her, shook her head and smiled, "Even so, grandma, there's no need to be so unhappy."
"You've never heard of the proverb that your left eye twitches for good fortune and your right eye twitches for disaster?" Su Nuannuan asked in surprise, thinking, isn't that right? It's said that this is a very ancient saying, is it possible that it doesn't exist in this fictional era?
"Well, I heard about it when I was a child, but I haven't encountered anything in these years, so I forgot it." Honglian smiled slightly, watching Su Nuannuan wash her face and sit down at the dressing table, then came behind her to comb her hair, sighing: "If we talk about disasters, what disaster can be greater than the one when grandma starved herself to death? Now that the disaster is over, I just feel that every day is better now. Even if I suffer a little from time to time, I feel that it is many times sweeter than the dark days before."
"Look at what you have accomplished." Su Nuannuan tapped the table lightly: "The reason why we are human beings is that we have lofty ideals and great pursuits, unlike animals who are content with just eating and sleeping. You say that this is all you pursue, how are you different from animals?"
"I think my ideals and pursuits are pretty good." Honglian frowned and thought, but heard Su Nuannuan said in surprise: "What? You still think it's pretty good? No way? Are you worse than animals?"
"Then what are grandma's ideals and pursuits?" Honglian smiled and tied her cloud-like black hair into a graceful bun. Then she selected two pearl and silver hairpins from the few jewels in the jewelry box and prepared to put them on.
"My ideal and pursuit is to eat all the delicacies in the world." Su Nuannuan shouted heroically. The next moment, she heard the doubtful voice of her confidant: "Isn't this also the ideal of beasts?"
"How can it be the same?" Su Nuannuan looked at Honglian with a look of pity and anger: "Do animals know how to fry, stir-fry, cook and deep-fry? Do they know how to make the best delicacy? Do they know how many times to cut a carp to make it tasty? Do they know how many times to cut a catfish to make it tasty? Do they know grass carp... In short, they just eat their fill. How can they compare with my lofty ideal of eating all the delicacies in the world and treating every meal as the ultimate enjoyment?"
Honglian remained silent and inserted the silver hairpin into her black hair bun.
"Now do you understand the difference between me and a beast?" Su Nuannuan raised her chin and looked at Honglian proudly. Seeing her nodding like crazy, the woman was still not satisfied and insisted on asking, "Well, then tell me, what is the difference between me and a beast? Don't repeat what I said."
Honglian had a bitter face, thinking that if she had known this unprovoked disaster would happen, she should have let Xiangyun serve. That bastard is the best at flattering grandma, unlike me who is so upright and can't even lie. Yin looked at Su Nuannuan's expression carefully, thought for a long time, and then spoke cautiously: "The difference between grandma and beasts? You mean... grandma is a more advanced beast?"
"Puff... cough cough cough..." There was no tea in Su Nuannuan's mouth, so what came out was saliva. Before she could spit it out completely, some of it choked into her throat, making her cough for a while.
"It's hopeless, Honglian, you're hopeless." Su Nuannuan shook her head in grief and anger, her eyes filled with despair and pain: "You can only live a mediocre life like this in this life."
"I am just a maid, and I have been living a mediocre life. Do I expect to take the imperial examination?" Honglian couldn't help laughing: "Yes, speaking of taking the imperial examination, maybe grandma and grandpa can agree. Grandpa concealed his identity when he took the exam..."
"Stop it, shut up. In Meiyue Tower, that scumbag is an eternal taboo, understand?" Su Nuannuan crossed her arms in front of her chest: "Do you know the story of the crow's mouth? Do you know the story of letting the wolf into the house? Honglian, you have this tendency now, you must nip this tendency in the bud immediately."
"But this is the Marquis's Mansion. Although Meiyue Tower is remote, it is my property after all. He can come whenever he wants. Why would I need to invite him..."
"You're still stubborn?" Su Nuannuan was angry, and then she quickly turned around in the room: "It's over, it's over. Considering the eyelid twitching just now, plus your bad mouth, this is a sign of misfortunes coming one after another."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Xiangyun shouting in the dining room: "The meal is ready, grandma, it's time for the porridge, with juicy fresh duck egg yolks..."
The afterglow was still echoing in the room, but Su Nuannuan was gone. Honglian looked at the afterglow by the door and murmured for a long while, "Is this really a sign of misfortunes never coming alone? Grandma, why are you running so fast? People who are about to face a disaster are still thinking about eating so much?"
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