Mei Mei slept soundly through the night, and the alarm clock rang precisely at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).
After washing up, He Youyou went to the coffee machine in the kitchen and got a cup of coffee.
The blend of dark roasted coffee beans has a rich aroma.
My first cup of coffee in the morning, on an empty stomach, left me feeling refreshed and invigorated.
She left the space and made the bed in the bedroom a little messy, so it looked like someone had slept there all night.
When the maid who was sweeping outside saw that her door was open, she hurriedly brought hot water from the kitchen to serve her.
While the maid turned to make the bed, He Youyou casually washed her hands in the basin.
She sat down in front of the dressing mirror and waited for the maid to comb her hair.
Ancient hairstyles were too complicated for her to learn, and she didn't have the patience for them.
While combing her hair, the maidservant couldn't hide her smile and said, "Madam, the young master got up early this morning to practice his kung fu. He just finished and is now waiting for you in the main hall to have breakfast together."
He Youyou only remembered after hearing this.
I did give instructions yesterday to have Butler Qian find a guard to teach him martial arts, just as a way to exercise.
I didn't expect the housekeeper to be so efficient; they started so quickly.
"Okay, let's go there now."
I just had a cup of coffee, and my stomach is empty; I need to eat.
When she arrived at the main hall, she indeed saw Han Wenzheng standing upright at the door waiting for her.
Upon seeing her come out, he hurried over and welcomed her to sit in the hall.
He Youyou settled into the armchair, only to see Han Wenzheng suddenly kneel down again.
"Your son wishes you good health."
He Youyou moved her fingers.
"Get up."
Han Wenzheng stood up and, with her arm in hand, sat down at the dining table.
"Mother, shall we have the meal served now?"
"Set it up."
He Youyou felt like a seventy or eighty-year-old woman in front of Han Wenzheng, even though she was in her twenties.
This child is used to serving others; he is adept at setting out dishes, serving tea and water.
Today, with my new role, I'm no longer as reserved as I was yesterday.
Yesterday she wore a servant's clothes, but today she changed into a jade-colored robe, which made her fair and beautiful face and her graceful figure even more striking.
Even the little maidservant standing nearby couldn't help but steal glances at him frequently.
He Youyou wasn't picky about food, but now that she has a child, things are different.
Han Wenzheng was sixteen years old, which, according to ancient customs, was calculated using the traditional Chinese age reckoning (or nominal age).
If we consider age in years, the maximum is fifteen.
He's only a junior high school student, a time when he's growing and needs balanced nutrition.
Meat and eggs are readily available; the Han family has no shortage of them.
However, there are few fresh fruits and vegetables on the dining table.
It's winter now.
Most of the items are pickled vegetables, sauerkraut, pickled cabbage, winter-stored cabbage, winter melon, dried mushrooms, and wood ear fungus.
The only fruits available are cold-resistant apples, pears, and persimmons.
Persimmons are alright, but apples, due to limitations in agricultural technology and the lack of variety improvement, taste slightly sour and are not as sweet and crisp as modern varieties.
He Youyou reached into her sleeve and took out an orange.
Thin-skinned, sweet, and juicy.
New varieties launched in the past two years.
She peeled the orange and placed it on the plate in front of Han Wen: "Eat this orange."
Han Wenzheng stared blankly, "This is..."
"These oranges are from the south, have a taste."
Oranges have existed since ancient times.
But the people here have never seen this place before, at this time of year.
Han Wenzheng hesitated for a moment, then tasted a slice, his eyes seemingly shining.
Sweet and smooth with no residue, bursting with juice.
He pushed the remaining oranges in front of He Youyou: "Mother, they're delicious, you should have some too."
He Youyou pushed it back: "I don't care for this, you can eat it yourself."
Her refrigerator was packed full of fresh fruit.
Oranges are not her favorite fruit, and she doesn't really care for them.
As she spoke, she took another strawberry from her sleeve and popped it into her mouth.
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