Song Huan gave up, the broken system was unreliable.
She might as well rely on herself.
Judging from the way Jinle told her secretly, most people in the Marquis' Mansion probably didn't know about it.
Maybe... Pei Yan didn't want the people in the Marquis' Mansion to know at all.
After all, it was strange that the daughter of a seventh-rank official married a marquis with great military achievements.
Who knows what Pei Yan is thinking?
Song Huan's heart was beating fast. It seemed that the task of improving favorability had to be put on the agenda immediately.
But Pei Yan didn't see her, so how could she improve his favorability from a distance?
Song Huan was deeply worried and couldn't help sighing.
Jinle saw that Song Huan seemed even more unhappy, and her round face turned pale. Was the lady angry with her?
Her heart trembled, and she stammered, "Husband... Madam."
Seeing this, Jin Yue's eyes flashed with anxiety, and she was a little worried about Jin Le.
But she also knew her sister's temperament. She was like a little lamb in front of others, but like a tiger behind their backs.
Maybe because she has been with the Madam for a long time these days, and probably thinks that the Madam has a good temper, this girl has become a little too proud of herself.
Maybe this time Jinle will learn his lesson after being scolded and punished by his wife.
Thinking of this, Jin Yue pursed her lips and did not beg for mercy for Jin Le.
Jinle didn't know what she'd done wrong. Seeing Song Huan still ignored her, the little girl panicked. She pouted, and her next words were tinged with tears. "It was...it was that day when Madam Song and the second young lady came to the mansion to look for Madam...I, your humble servant, went to Mingsong Hall to look for the Marquis, and overheard their conversation...Madam, please don't punish Jinle..."
Song Huan, who was daydreaming, was finally brought back to his senses by the staccato sobs: "......?"
Stay calm and don't panic.
What just happened?
Why is the plot suddenly serious?
"Jinle has never told anyone about this, not even me. Today, today I saw that Madam was unhappy... Madam, please don't blame Jinle..."
The little girl really started to cry as she spoke, and the more she cried, the more aggrieved she felt.
Song Huan: “…”
What did she do to make the child cry! ?
"I don't blame you, little Jinle." Song Huan squatted down and touched Jinle's round face.
It doesn’t matter what you did, just show your respect by coaxing them first.
"Just now, I was wondering when I could see the Marquis, so I didn't listen carefully to what you said. I was wrong, okay?"
Song Huan put the blame on Pei Yan, thought for a moment, and then went along with it, admonishing Jin Le: "But don't mention the marriage certificate to anyone else, okay? Especially the Marquis. He has a bad temper. He loves to lose his temper and punish people."
Pei Yan's temperament was gloomy and unstable, and all the people in the mansion agreed with him.
Jinle was more afraid of Pei Yan than anyone else. Hearing this, she immediately stopped crying. She wiped her face with her chubby little hands and sobbed assuring Song Huan, "Madam! Jinle, I will never mention this again!"
"Be good." Song Huan touched her head.
"Come on, I made little Jinle cry today, so I'll take you to the kitchen to find some delicious food."
Jinle shuddered, completely frightened and stopped crying. "...Can I not go?"
What's good to eat in the kitchen? They're all terrible.
And Grandpa Li always likes to tease and scare her.
Song Huan: "Of course not."
She thought of a way. She couldn't see Pei Yan, but she could send food to him.
Although she is not a great chef, she has been self-reliant since she was a child, so her cooking skills are definitely better than the chefs in the marquis' mansion...
At least, she wouldn't make porridge taste bitter, stir-fry dishes taste sweet, or make sweet soups taste salty...
After she finishes cooking, she will send it to Mingsongtang. As long as Pei Yan has no problem with her taste, she will definitely improve her favorability.
"Let's go." Song Huan took Jinle's hand and took happy steps.
“…”
Jinle lowered his head and puffed out his cheeks.
Jin Yue was stunned for a moment as she looked at Song Huan's departing back, but after a moment she sighed softly in her heart.
Madam is too lenient towards others, which is fine in the mansion. Everyone in the mansion is loyal to the Marquis, and Madam's gentleness and kindness make them accept her from the bottom of their hearts and treat her with more respect.
But if they leave the house... who in the capital isn't a fierce and ruthless person? Even the women behind them are no ordinary people. Madam, with her temper, I'm afraid she'll suffer in the future...
But these words should never have been said by her to the lady.
A pair of calm black eyes concealed all the emotions in Jin Yue's heart. She picked up her steps and followed Song Huan to the kitchen.
——
These days, Song Huan has nothing to do.
All he could do was eat, drink, sleep and wander around the mansion. Except for the untouchable residence of his imprisoned stepmother, Song Huan got to know everyone in the mansion.
After walking around in circles, Song Huan discovered that Pei Yan's personality trait of disliking women was fully displayed.
In the vast Marquisate, apart from Jinyue and Jinle, she had never seen any other girls. Even the people who worked the fire, cut vegetables, and cooked in the kitchen were all burly men.
When Song Huan arrived at the kitchen, the kitchen yard was bustling with activity.
But no one was busy cooking.
One person was practicing knife skills with a kitchen knife, another was practicing mixing techniques with a fire stick, and another was using small red peppers strung on a rope as a whip, swishing them fiercely on the ground...
The kitchen master, Old Li, was leaning on his crutch in front of the chopping board in the middle of the yard, chatting with a washed, white and tender piglet.
Jinle hid secretly behind Song Huan, not daring to show his head.
But this time, Master Chef Lao Li's complete attention was on the piglet in front of him. Plus, Song Huan was there too, so he had no intention of teasing Jinle.
"Madam, what are you doing in the kitchen?" Old Li reluctantly left the piglet and came to Song Huan on crutches. "It's not dinner time yet. Are you hungry, Madam? If so, you could just send Little Jinle or Miss Jinyue to let us know. Why bother coming here in person?"
Song Huan glanced at the butcher knife in Master Li's hand and felt a sudden surge of pressure. "You misunderstood. I just wanted to use the kitchen."
Old Li's expression relaxed. "In that case, please do as you please, Madam. I'm about to butcher a pig, so I'm afraid I can't help you."
Song Huan quickly echoed, "It's okay, it's okay. Go ahead and do your thing."
Old Li turned around, paused for a moment, and then came back with his cane. He asked Song Huan, "Madam, are you going to make lunch for the Marquis?"
Song Huan paused: "...Yes."
Old Li didn't say anything and fell into deep thought.
Song Huan: "...Perhaps, the Marquis has any dietary restrictions?"
This problem really troubled Old Li. In the past, no matter what he cooked, he would only eat a few bites. There was really nothing special that he would not eat.
After thinking for a while, Old Li said, "I don't have any dietary restrictions. The Marquis likes all the dishes I cook. His favorite is probably scrambled eggs. He ate half a plate of this dish once, but later he only took two bites. I'm not sure whether the Marquis likes it or not now."
Song Huan: "..." At least I've loved you before?
However, she didn't expect that although Pei Yan looked perverted, his taste was quite down-to-earth.
Scrambled eggs, so simple.
"Thank you, Master Li."
Song Huan happily entered the inner kitchen.
However, I was stunned when I entered.
It's a bit messy, more than a bit messy.
Vegetables, fruits, and meat were piled together in a haphazard mess. Fresh and rotten things were also piled up in a chaotic manner... The smell was a bit pungent, and within the pungent smell, there were also a few wisps of fresh air...
This was the first time Song Huan had entered the inner kitchen. When he saw this scene, he wanted to vomit out all the food he had eaten in the past few days.
It was only by a miracle that she was still alive.
"Jinyue, is this...is this kitchen always like this? Why aren't the spoiled food and meat disposed of?"
Song Huan asked Jin Yue in confusion, Pei Yan is not poor, isn't the silver charcoal burning in the stove much more expensive than these spoiled ingredients?
"Madam, this is a habit the people in the mansion developed while following the Marquis's time on the frontier. Wars were frequent across the frontier, and food and fodder were always in short supply. Going hungry for days was commonplace, so they developed a disposition not to waste any food."
I understand that she doesn't want to waste food, but that's not the way to save food.
Song Huan pointed at the rotten vegetable leaves and a few pieces of nearly rotten meat, "Can I throw them away?"
Jin Yue: “…”
Jinle: “…”
"No." The sound of the cane approached rapidly. Old Li's eyes widened and he sneered at Jin Yue and Jin Le, "There's no such thing as such a wasteful person."
But these words were obviously said to Song Huan.
Song Huan looked at the piglet outside, which had just been bleeding. It was still breathing... but now...
Song Huan blinked.
Poor, weak, and helpless.
But to eat...
Song Huan cleared his throat: "Can I explain?"
Old Li snorted coldly.
Song Huan thought he acquiesced.
"Excuse me for being blunt. First of all, meat and vegetables can't be mixed..."
"Why not? I've been doing this for the past seven or eight years. Look at the people around me, aren't they all living well?"
Song Huan: "...waste."
Old Li got angry when he heard this, "I never waste anything. Everything here is expensive!"
As the words fell, the butcher knife in Old Li's hand dripped a drop of pig blood...
Song Huan: ...so cowardly.
"Then I won't throw it away. I'll do as you say."
"Well..." Old Li wanted to continue scolding, but as soon as he said it, his mind suddenly changed. After a pause, he turned around and left with a cold face.
"Madam, please don't bother with Grandpa Li. Grandpa Li has a stubborn temper. Sometimes he doesn't even listen to the Marquis." Jinle whispered in Song Huan's ear after Old Man Li left.
Song Huan's eyes lit up. There was actually someone who was not afraid of Pei Yan?
…
Song Huan made several dishes using eggs.
Because only the eggs are intact.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with green peppers, and tomato and egg soup... and steamed egg custard...
Jinle almost drooled at the delicious smell.
Song Huan: "Bring one to our courtyard, and one to Mingsong Hall."
Song Huan asked Jin Yue to take their share back to Huichunyuan first, and she took Jin Le to Mingsongtang.
Not surprisingly, they were stopped again by Pei Chen diligently.
"We're not going in." Song Huan handed the lunch box to Pei Chen, "Just give the lunch to your Lord."
Pei Chen looked at Song Huan in surprise.
Song Huan added, "If he doesn't come back, then you can eat it. Don't waste it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden cold current behind her.
Song Huan turned around and saw Pei Yan in black clothes with a cold look in his eyes, as if he had been immersed in a thousand-mile-deep cold pool for a whole night.
The knife in his hand was dripping with blood.
The author has something to say: Shi Shi: I tried my best to get Pei Yanyan to appear.
Huanhuan's smiling face: Can you put it back? I think he can try in a different setting. Baby Shishi, can you change to a softer and more cute style?
Shi Shi: ...Why don’t you go to heaven?
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