Border Cook

There are some things that, when others do them for you, it seems like they are not sincere enough and you will not feel at ease.

Yin Qiao understood and knew that it was useless to say more, so she just urged Xia Mingyue to go to bed early and not stay up too late, and then returned to her room.

Xia Mingyue promised to go to bed early, but after picking up the needle and thread, she found that her mind was almost completely empty when doing such mechanical work, which made her head, which was a little dizzy due to many trivial things during the day, clearer and more comfortable.

Xia Mingyue liked this feeling a little and couldn't stop moving her hands.

The candle in this room stayed lit until midnight.

At this time, Fan Jinglan was standing on a stool in her yard. She looked over the courtyard wall and saw that there was still light in Xia Mingyue's house. She pursed her lips.

On the second day, Fan Jinglan went to Xia Mingyue's house again to help make amulets.

At first, Xia Mingyue still did needlework with everyone else, but then Zhao Dahu came back and invited Xia Mingyue to Buyun Tower to taste the new dishes they and Lou Shanzi had developed together.

Xia Mingyue smiled and said, "You look so proud. This must be an amazing dish, right?"

"It's really amazing. The ingredients are quite common, but the taste is excellent and the name is novel, so I specially asked Aunt Xia to try it." Zhao Dahu smiled while grabbing his ear.

Ordinary ingredients to create novel dishes?

"Then I have to go and try it right away."

Xia Mingyue suddenly became very interested. She put down the work in her hands and followed Zhao Dahu to Buyun Tower.

Seeing Xia Mingyue and Zhao Dahu hurried away, Fan Jinglan couldn't help but ask Yinqiao and Qingju, "Mrs. Xia..."

"Are you always so busy?"

"Almost." Yin Qiao nodded. "It's basically like this. If there is a festival and we need to sell festival food, my wife will be even busier."

"There are times when I am free." Qingju added, "But my wife can't sit still. Whenever she has some free time, she will think about making new food and improving the food at Buyun Tower and Xia Ji."

"Yes, sometimes she goes out for a walk, but I see that she is not just wandering around, but looking around at the food stalls in Xia Ji to see if there are any shortcomings, or to see if there are any special foods made by others."

"When I indulge myself occasionally, I will stay up late to read some storybooks..."

After hearing what Yinqiao and Qingju said, Fan Jinglan fell silent again.

Going out shopping always has a purpose, and the way to indulge is to read storybooks. And since I may not have time during the day, I have to stay up late at night.

With such a busy schedule, it’s no wonder that Xia Mingyue manages to maintain a slim figure even though she has a big appetite.

It is no wonder that there is another word in this world to describe a woman’s plumpness, called “plump”.

Because in the eyes of many people, being thin is mostly caused by being tired, and being tired is mostly caused by being poor. However, people who do not have to worry about being busy on weekdays eat exquisitely, so they will naturally gain weight, which is a symbol of wealth.

But Xia Mingyue's situation is different.

In theory, the income from her various businesses, farms, and orchards was enough for her to enjoy a comfortable life. Fan Jinglan also heard that many merchants, seeing the good business of Xia Ji, wanted to buy it for a large sum of money, but were politely declined by Xia Mingyue.

With Xia Mingyue's ability, if she made a considerable profit and then started some other business, it would be enough to make a fortune, but she didn't.

When business reaches a certain level, making money is one aspect, but shouldering responsibilities is another.

If someone else buys Xia Ji, they may not be able to stick to her philosophy of caring for the poor, nor may they be able to treat others as well as she does.

Fan Jinglan also heard that Xia Mingyue did not buy a penny of the shares in the vinegar workshop, but she worked very hard for the vinegar workshop and did not take any compensation...

Xia Mingyue is a businessman, but also a kind person, who has built a career and benefited others. Fan Jinglan sighed, but she thought of her life in Beijing, where she had to attend various banquets, chat about family matters, and talk about fashionable jewelry and clothes, in addition to some simple daily reading and learning of women's etiquette.

If you are more elegant, you can just recite poems, write essays, play chess, or paint...

But these are really just entertainment.

Compared with Xia Mingyue who is busy every day, these so-called noble ladies in the capital are simply wasting their time.

Fan Jinglan's emotions surged in waves, like a surging river, hitting the reefs in her heart and creating huge waves.

Fan Jinglan was unable to suppress her surging emotions. After finding an excuse to take Ying'er home, she spread out a piece of paper.

Picking up the pen and dipping it in ink, Fan Jinglan hesitated for a moment, then pursed her lips and put the pen down.

With a myriad of thoughts in her mind, her writing was fluent and coherent, and a piece of paper was soon filled up. Fan Jinglan immediately changed to another piece of paper and continued writing.

Seeing that her young lady was very emotional and had a serious expression, Ying'er did not dare to disturb her at this time. She just silently helped her change the paper, put the paper full of words aside to let the ink dry, and took the time to help grind the ink to make it easier for her to write.

Fan Jinglan wrote on five or six pages of paper in one breath before she stopped writing.

After carefully reviewing what she had just written, Fan Jinglan still felt that it was somewhat inadequate, so she added another paragraph at the end.

Women do not have to be inferior to men, and women do not have to be confined to high-class courtyards. They need to step out of their homes and do what they can for themselves, their families, and others...

After finishing writing, Fan Jinglan nodded slightly, stacked all the papers with dried ink stains together, folded them and put them into an envelope.

"Send someone to send it to the capital." Fan Jinglan instructed.

"Yes." Ying'er took it happily. "Madam and Master will be very happy to receive the letter written by Miss."

"This letter is not meant to be sent home." Fan Jinglan raised her eyebrows.

"Then where to send it?" Ying'er asked in surprise.

"Just send it to the Queen Mother and the Empress."

"Yes." Ying'er agreed, and after a pause, she reminded in a low voice, "It's good for the young lady to write to the Queen Mother and the Empress, but if the Madam and the Master knew that the young lady only wrote to the Queen Mother and the Empress, I'm afraid they would be sad..."

A bowl of water should be kept level, right?

"That makes sense." Fan Jinglan nodded, spread out a new piece of paper, and picked up the pen again.
After writing a few words quickly, Fan Jinglan stopped writing and Ying'er leaned over to take a look.

My daughter is fine, don't worry.

"Gone?"

"That's all." Fan Jinglan tilted her head, "Isn't this enough?"

Be concise, clear and easy to understand.

Ying'er: "..."

enough.

At least for the lady and the master, they should be very happy to receive a letter from the young lady... (End of this chapter)