Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Just then there were footsteps outside.

Jing Jiaren thought it was Master Ximen who came, but it turned out that it was his personal entourage who came in.

It's just one subordinate, and there are many servants behind him.

He walked to the chief seat at the dining table and bowed politely: "I am the director and assistant of the master, Vic. I welcome Master Leng and Mrs. Leng to be guests. The master is not feeling well today, so he won't come down for dinner. You are welcome to have a good meal .”

After speaking, he shook the bell held by the servant behind him, which probably meant to be open.

Director Vic turned and left.

Jing Jiaren noticed that his voice was similar to that of the person who called last time, and the self-introduction was also the same.

He also noticed that he only greeted Leng Lintian, but ignored Ximen Longting...

How to put it, Ximen Longting is the young master of the Ximen family, so he would be looked down upon by a servant.

Jing Jiaren was silent, but felt that Master Ximen treated Leng Lintian very well.

A dedicated servant stood beside each of them, serving soup and wine for them.

Leng Lintian said softly: "My wife is pregnant, make her a glass of milk."

"Yes."

Jing Jiaren is used to drinking some wine while eating.

At Leng's house, she couldn't stand the fresh milk, and often wanted to drink some champagne...

For her sake, Leng Lintian made a special trip to have someone transport champagne and red wine that pregnant women can drink. The alcohol content is extremely low, which is equivalent to drinks.

But it doesn't affect the taste at all...

Wen Xinnuan kept saying that he was very caring.

Jing Jiaren picked up the silver fork and found that Ji Zihan, who was seated diagonally across from her, nodded to them and prayed with clasped hands.

After praying, the movement of holding the spoon is graceful, the posture is standard, and the back is straight...

"You can start drinking the soup." A servant stood at the dining table and began to introduce what kind of soup it is, how long it has been boiled, what is in the soup, and the benefits of drinking it for the body.

Ji Zihan was smiling, and the action of drinking soup was even more aristocratic.

Jing Jiaren looked at herself again. Although her sitting posture was very elegant, it was not standard.

Prince and princess, they are really suitable...

Next, there is an order for eating each dish.

The servants beside him will take some of various dishes and place them on the dinner plate.

And the servant of each dish will explain the function and effect of the dish...

Jing Jiaren felt that this form was too formulaic, as if there were rules and regulations for everything.

She can't eat more of which dish she wants to eat, and she can't eat what she doesn't want to eat, and she must follow the order.

In this way, no matter how delicious the food is, it has no taste in the mouth.

Jing Jia ate absent-mindedly. Master Ximen didn't come to the dinner, probably because of her.

I didn't expect him to care so much about this face, it's definitely more difficult for him to help Jing's mother.

During the meal, no one made a sound.

Finished eating in a very strict atmosphere.

It's just suffering...

Finally finished the last dish, Jing Jiaren took the napkin handed over by the servant and wiped her mouth, feeling relieved.

I have never been so tired after eating a meal.

What kind of family education did Ximen Longting grow up in when he was a child?

Several people left the restaurant, with Leng Lintian and Jing Jiaren walking in front.

On both sides of the corridor are wall coverings with intricate patterns and abstract oil paintings.

Jing Jiaren heard the unhurried footsteps behind her, and knew that after dinner, she and Leng Lintian were going to leave...