"Grandpa, I heard that Grandma Lan has made a new palace dress. It is the latest style that came out of the palace this year. Grandma Lan is a beauty. If she wears this palace dress, I wonder how radiant she will be. Why don't you go and take a look?"
On the path leading to Meiyue Tower, Siping was thinking hard about an excuse to persuade Duan Tingxuan, while wiping tears in his heart: Is it easy to be a slave? Especially to be a slave of the master, is my monthly salary of five taels of silver for nothing? And it makes so many people jealous, if you have the ability, come and try to be one.
"Well, let's spend the night at Zhilan's place tonight." Duan Tingxuan agreed casually. Seeing a corner of the eaves of Meiyue Tower emerging among the flowers and trees in the distance, he couldn't help but touch his stomach to appease the gluttons that had been rebelling inside for several days.
"Grandpa, I heard that Grandma Yun personally cooked duck soup for lunch today..." When the first plan failed, Siping came up with another one. However, this time Duan Tingxuan stopped him before he could finish his words: "Don't mention duck soup to me. I'll feel like vomiting after drinking it, okay?"
"Oh, I heard that there is not only duck soup, but also roasted wild boar meat and grilled fish..." Siping looked at Meiyue Tower in the distance. He knew what his master was planning, so he decisively used the trick of fighting poison with poison.
"I'm tired of it." Duan Tingxuan finally walked to the front of Meiyue Tower. Looking at the courtyard that was once dilapidated but now neat and clean, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Now I just want to eat vegetable dumplings stuffed with leeks and pork scraps."
As expected, I came here for the vegetable dumplings.
Siping looked at his grandfather with resentment, thinking, Grandpa, who are you? You are a royal relative, how can you lose your dignity if people know that you made the vegetable dumplings stuffed with leeks and pork dregs so greedy?
"What's that look in your eyes?"
Duan Tingxuan glanced at his trusted servant and asked unhappily.
"That's a look of fear on your face." Siping recalled what happened in this courtyard a few days ago and told the truth with a bitter face.
"What are you afraid of? Your grandmother is just a woman after all, not a yaksha. What are you afraid of?" Duan Tingxuan frowned and snorted coldly.
"Yes, grandma is not a yaksha, she is a rakshasa, more powerful than a yaksha." Siping continued to tell the truth.
The young marquis was so angry at his incompetent servant that he kicked Siping on the buttocks and said, "Don't be afraid of a ghost. Go and explore the way for me first."
Siping staggered and almost tripped on the threshold and died with hatred in his heart: Could it be that his master also knew that he was here to eat for free, so his self-righteous attitude on the surface was all an act?
Fortunately, the yard was quiet. Siping called out twice, but no one came out. So he turned around and looked at Duan Tingxuan: "Master, there seems to be no one here. I wonder where Grandma and the others went?"
When he heard that Su Nuannuan was not there, Duan Tingxuan's eyes lit up like a weasel who heard that the goose went to the river to swim and was not in the chicken coop. He grinned and said, "Who cares where she went? Let's go to the kitchen and see if there are any vegetable dumplings left."
"Master, those vegetable dumplings were made three days ago. Even if there are any left, they should have been fed to the dogs by now. How can they be kept?" Siping continued to speak out his advice, but saw that his master had already swaggered into the kitchen and said, "Can't you say something nice? Maybe they made dumplings again yesterday?"
Siping didn't dare to say anything else, but he was secretly complaining that grandma was not you, how could she eat vegetable dumplings every day? And the facts did prove that his thinking was normal.
Duan Tingxuan was inevitably disappointed that he couldn't find the remaining vegetable dumplings, but he was soon attracted by the other ingredients in the kitchen.
"What is this? It looks like pork sauce? Hmm, it tastes delicious. It must be good to eat with porridge. Take it."
"Eh? What kind of snack is this? Try it. It's delicious. It's so good. There are more than a dozen of them. Take them."
"Hmm? Is this what's left over from last night? What is it? Can you put so much stuff in rice? Well, it's cold now and the taste is a bit bad. It should be good to heat it up. Hold it."
"Huh? This is Chinese cabbage, shrimp and meatball soup? Humph! The master and servant really know how to enjoy it. I haven't had this soup this year. Take it."
"Ah, rice balls. Huh? Why are these rice balls so delicious? Take them, take them."
Siping looked at the food on the stove that his grandfather had collected with a look of embarrassment. He kept thinking: Grandpa, are you a beggar? You think everything is good? We can make cabbage and shrimp soup and rice balls with pork sauce in our kitchen. Why do you have to go to Meiyue Tower to steal? If grandma yells at you, won't you lose face?
"What are you standing there for? Take them all."
Duan Tingxuan was a little displeased when he saw Siping didn't move, but then he saw Siping stretched out his two hands and said honestly: "Master, I only have two hands."
"It's okay, I still have two." Duan Tingxuan clapped his hands and found that his two paws were still not enough, so he simply picked up the fried dumplings stuffed with peanuts, white sugar and sesame and put them into his mouth one by one, while mumbling: "After eating this plate of snacks, my hands will be enough."
For a moment, Siping didn't want to acknowledge this master anymore. He really admired his master's shamelessness. Why was he so confident even though he was a thief? He didn't look vulgar or ugly at all.
"I really didn't expect that I missed such good things in the past years. Chinese toon and fresh fried eggs are so delicious. They can be pickled as pickles, and their taste is very special. I guarantee that you will never forget them after eating them. Yes, the soup made from pickled Chinese toon is almost a lighter soy sauce. It is very delicious. Pickled Chinese toon can also be placed on top of salty pork belly slices and steamed in a pot. The taste...ah..."
The unfinished words were cut short by a scream. Su Nuannuan was still in shock as she looked at the two huge rats that suddenly appeared in the kitchen. For a moment, she even forgot to enter combat mode immediately.
"How does it taste?"
Duan Tingxuan was completely immersed in Su Nuannuan's description of bacon and Chinese toon, and asked with shining eyes. The next moment, he saw Siping standing in front of him, looking at Su Nuannuan warily. The expression of loyalty and protection on his face touched the young marquis immediately.
But soon, this feeling of being touched disappeared without a trace, because Siping, who was standing in front of him, shouted righteously: "Grandma, those snacks are not for me to eat, they are for grandpa to eat, I didn't touch the things in your kitchen."
"Get out of here."
Duan Tingxuan was so angry that he kicked Siping and rolled him to the ground. He thought, damn, how could my master be so blind to choose an ungrateful person like you as his confidant? It's just a few snacks, right? So what if you admit it? Would I let you take the blame for nothing? Other people's servants died for their masters, but you sold out your master so easily.
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