At this time, she was standing at the front, distributing porridge to the refugees in front of her in an orderly manner.
As the most noble daughter of the Eighth Prince, she did not realize that there was anything wrong with this action. Instead, she did it herself and was always friendly and polite to the refugees in front of her.
"Uncle, give you another bowl."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Fenfang scooped up the steaming white porridge from the porridge jar in front of her with a swift movement and poured it steadily into the broken bowl of the refugee in front of her.
"Thank you, thank you!"
The refugee burst into tears, moved to tears, and took the bowl of warm porridge with trembling hands.
"Okay, Grandpa!"
The servant beside him shouted, "Next!"
The refugees who had received the porridge earlier turned around and left in a hurry, while the people behind them couldn't wait to catch up.
Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner in the seemingly chaotic situation. Although the scene is bustling with people and noisy, there is an indescribable harmonious order.
Next to Mu Fenfang stood a maid. Although she was dressed like an ordinary maid, her figure was graceful and had a unique charm.
At this moment, she and Mu Fenfang were extremely busy, and fine beads of sweat, as crystal clear as pearls, oozed out of their smooth foreheads.
However, this did not dampen their enthusiasm in the slightest.
At this moment, the maid raised her beautiful eyes, as if she had discovered something shocking. She gently poked Mu Fenfang's arm and said in a low voice, "Miss, do you think that's the Ye Mansion's car?"
"Ye Mansion?"
At this moment, Mu Fenfang was fully focused, without even raising her head, stirring the large spoon in the vat in front of her, slowly scooping out the thick white porridge and distributing it to the half-naked and hungry refugees in front of her.
She didn't even look up.
"How is it possible? How could the Ye Mansion's car come here? Are you still expecting Ye Feiyun to come here to distribute porridge?"
Mu Fenfang was filled with disgust when she mentioned Ye Feiyun.
Logically speaking, with so many refugees pouring into the capital at this time, all officials, big and small, in the capital needed to raise funds for disaster relief. Naturally, Ye Dashan, the head of the Ministry of Revenue in the Ye Mansion, could not stay out of it.
But the other party’s so-called free porridge.
Humph, it's hilarious to say the least. The so-called "white porridge" floating in the white jar, not to mention that chopsticks can float on it, I guess you can even drink it all in one gulp with a handkerchief covering your mouth. Can that be called porridge?
The servants of the Ye Mansion served two jars of thin porridge that was almost water and then hurriedly fled. What kind of thing was this?
Give out porridge?
How could Ye Feiyun condescend to come here?
I guess he must think this place is dirty, right?
Mu Fenfang sneered, "Stop imagining it, why would Ye Feiyun come here?"
Mu Fenfang shook her head helplessly.
She had met Ye Feiyun before in Prince Mu's Mansion. Although the other party was eloquent, his temperament was still eccentric and his behavior was even more absurd.
Even if the sky fell and the earth tore apart, Mu Fenfang would never believe that Ye Feiyun would show up in this soup kitchen. This was simply a fantasy.
Just as Mu Fenfang's hands were busy, suddenly, an urgent roar was heard.
"Where is the person who is distributing porridge at the Ye Mansion? Come out!"
Mu Fenfang looked up in surprise, and she instantly recognized that this was Ye Feiyun's voice.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with shock and she looked over in disbelief.
In front of a thatched hut in the distance, several servants who had been napping there before were now standing obediently in front of a man in luxurious clothes. This man was Ye Feiyun.
He was pointing at several people's noses and cursing.
"Is this what you call free porridge? Are you crazy? Can you even call this porridge? This is water, water is cleaner than this."
Ye Feiyun was furious. He had originally thought that by distributing porridge, he could at least restore some of his father's reputation.
If the Ministry of Revenue's corruption files were implicated, his father Ye Dashan would have more excuses to avoid ending up in jail.
But when he got to the soup kitchen, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
This is not porridge at all, it's clearly just plain water. Can drinking this fill your stomach?
Ye Feiyun scolded with spit flying everywhere, and the two servants who had been working at the porridge shop in the Ye Mansion were scolded like eggplants hit by frost. They didn't dare to raise their heads, and they just nodded in agreement. They hurriedly said in a timid voice: "Young... Young Master Ye, this is all your orders."
The groom next to him also came up to Ye Feiyun, quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and signaled to him with his eyes.
Ye Feiyun was bewildered, and cursed subconsciously: "Who is this bastard..."
But almost in an instant, he seemed to understand something and his face changed suddenly.
"Oh my god, could it really be me who did this? But it wasn't me, damn it!"
Ye Feiyun was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
Mu Fenfang, who was busy at the side, heard Ye Feiyun's thoughts clearly. She frowned and looked at Ye Feiyun with suspicion.
She originally thought that Ye Feiyun knew all about the Ye Mansion's free porridge service, but looking at his current situation, it seemed that he was completely unaware of it, which was really puzzling.
If Ye Feiyun had not authorized them, how could the servants of the Ye Mansion be so bold as to withhold food?
Mu Fenfang frowned and remained silent. The maid beside her seemed to want to say something but hesitated, but Mu Fenfang stopped her with her hand, indicating that she should stay calm and wait and see what happens.
Ye Feiyun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He quickly glanced around and caught a glimpse of Mu Fenfang, who was distributing porridge. She was beautiful.
"Oh shit." Ye Feiyun thought to himself that something was wrong. What was going on?
The plot shouldn't be like this.
He remembered that after meeting Mu Fenfang in Prince Mu's Mansion, Long Aotian used his superb medical skills to cure Prince Mu Mu Tiansheng, which made him famous. Mu Fenfang also regarded him as her mortal enemy and was unwilling to meet him again.
But at this moment, I met her unexpectedly here.
Ye Feiyun muttered to himself, No, no, no.
If I get involved with Mu Fenfang again, I will be in real trouble!
As if she noticed Ye Feiyun's gaze, Mu Fenfang frowned.
What's the meaning?
He seems to want nothing to do with me?
Why is this happening?
He tried to please Mu Yanyun so humbly.
In terms of figure and appearance, how can I not compare to her?
Even in terms of family background, I was born in a noble prince's mansion, which is no less than Mu Yanyun. Why is the other party avoiding me so much?
Mu Fenfang was so angry that she waved her hand and the big spoon of porridge fell into the rice jar. Then she stood up and walked out hurriedly.
"Ye Feiyun!"
Mu Fenfang shouted loudly, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around. The maid saw that the situation was not good, so she hurriedly followed and followed carefully behind her mistress.
The two women walked lightly with lotus steps, their clothes fluttering in the wind, bringing a gust of fragrant wind, and came in front of Ye Feiyun.
Ye Feiyun's face suddenly changed and his eyes wandered left and right. He was looking for Ye Long Aotian.
Wherever the heroine appears, Long Aotian must be there, but you must not let Long Aotian target you.
At this moment, Ye Feiyun felt like he was about to collapse. The more he feared something, the more he encountered it. The more he avoided Long Aotian, the more he followed him like a lingering nightmare.
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