Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 289
Although he upholds the demeanor of a modest son, if he meets a guy like Tang Mo who doesn't play cards according to common sense, what kind of demeanor of a modest son, let it go to hell!
Tang Mo understood that Mu Xiang would know his identity sooner or later, but he couldn't guess how this girl would react.

According to common sense, common people would be so frightened that their knees would limp when they met the prince, they knelt down and kowtowed to pay respects!
A little village girl like her who has never seen the big world and only knows how to walk around the stove and fields may not know what a visit is, but she will definitely be too scared to speak, that's for sure.

So, he turned his head slowly, wanting to see Mu Xiang's reaction.

The four of them sat together to eat, except for Mu Xiang, Wu Qing knew Tang Mo's identity clearly, and An Pingyu was also an insider.The only person who would respond should be Mu Xiang.

But... When Tang Mo looked at her, he found that the girl was eating her own wonton with big mouthfuls, completely ignoring his probing eyes.

Tang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, maybe she didn't hear it!
To be sure, he still asked, "Mu Xiang, didn't you hear what he said just now?"

Mu Xiang looked up at him, swallowed the wonton in her mouth, and shook her head coldly.

Tang Mo heaved a sigh of relief, "It's fine if you don't have one." Although things like identity can't be kept secret forever, at least not now, he doesn't want the identity of the prince to be an obstacle to him.He didn't forget that when Mu Xiang rejected He Liancheng, there was a reason for her status.

Just as Tang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his chopsticks to eat, Mu Xiang said again, "Maybe I didn't hear it, but I heard him say you are the prince."

"Pfft, cough cough!" Tang Mo shut his mouth and coughed fiercely. If he hadn't been well-trained, he would have sprayed the entire table by now.

Even so, An Pingyu and Wu Qing still frowned.

An Pingyu said: "It's just a small matter, is it worth making a fuss about? Like you, anyone who does business with you will suffer."

Tang Mo refused to accept it, and after calming down the fluttering breath, he defended: "Is it me who made a fuss? She only spoke half of what she said, intending to scare me to death. Since she heard everything, why did she shake her head again?"

Mu Xiang finished the last wonton and looked at him very calmly, "I shook my head because I didn't finish listening, but I didn't hear a word, actually, you really don't have to make a fuss, look-he is Lord Hou, He Liancheng is King Xiang, and even Wu Qing has a background, so it's nothing unusual to say that you are a prince."

"Also, let me guess. The reason why you came out to do business must be because you were an unfavored prince in the palace. Either your mother's status is low, or your mother's family made a mistake and was punished by others." It was implicated, so it indirectly caused you to be unfavored, am I right?"

Seeing that the three people were talking with great interest, they all looked like mothers-in-law, they couldn't help turning away, what is this all about!

Tang Mo was also speechless by what she said, and the fifth prince was angry, "You can talk nonsense. This king simply doesn't like life in the palace and wants to come out to make a living. As for my mother and concubine, she is sick and passed away long ago. ,Can not be done?"

"Okay, you can say yes, of course. In fact, let me tell you the truth. To live in the harem, to die is a relief, and to live is to suffer." These words came from her feelings.

Since ancient times, where there are people, there will be fights and killings.In the harem, it is even more so.Whoever stands on the highest ground has the right to dominate the life and death of others, and whoever has the right to trample others under their feet.

Just imagine, who doesn't want to be the one who stomps people, not the one who gets stomped on.

So, in order to trample on people better and more, the concubines and princes in the harem all fought for power and profit in different ways, and naturally killed them.

What she said was casual, but Tang Mo felt very uncomfortable listening.

"I'm going first," he stood up suddenly, half of the wontons in the bowl were still uneaten, but he lost his appetite.

Tang Mo left sullenly, and Wu Qing said, "You're talking too much. When his mother and concubine died of illness, he was only ten years old. He was very sad at that time. After that, he was taken back by He Lian's family and grew up with his master. .”

"His mother is from Helian's family?"

"Yes, his mother is the master's aunt!"

"Oh... so they are still relatives, and they don't look like each other. However, I don't think what I said is wrong. The truth of the matter is clear to him in his heart. Compared to dying alone, it is better to die early and be reborn sooner. Can have a good pregnancy, or..."

She didn't finish the words that were omitted.Maybe...you can still wear it like her!It may be another strange space.

This time Wu Qing didn't speak any more, but An Pingyu was a little surprised by her words.

He didn't expect this girl to be so familiar with the affairs of the harem, and her tone was still pessimistic. What does this mean?An Pingyu found that he couldn't understand her more and more.

Before he could understand, Wu Qing had already stepped in and blocked him.

An Pingyu didn't stay any longer. I heard that something happened in the Hou's mansion and he needed to go back, so Da Fei didn't take him with him.The people accompanying him were all in the town, and when those people came to find An Pingyu standing among them, Mu Xiang was startled.

He is really Lord Hou, and his identity is really different from them.

After An Pingyu left, Mu Xiang asked Wu Qing to go back to the wonton stand and packed two wontons for Damei and Lin Changshuan.

After coming out for a while, she was a little worried, so she went back first.

On the street, there are more and more people setting up stalls. Some sell sugar, freshly made peanut brittle candies, sesame sugar cakes, and some sell vegetables, but they are all Chinese cabbage, coriander and spinach, vegetables that are easy to live in winter .

As Mu Xiang walked, she thought that if she could solve the problem of keeping warm in winter, it would definitely be more cost-effective to build a few greenhouses in Yuhe Village and sell seasonal vegetables than simply growing grain.

When passing a street stall selling handmade shoe soles, Mu Xiang stopped, knelt down, and took a pair of shoes to look at.

The shoe seller was an old woman, not young, with white hair and a torn padded jacket, sitting on a small stool under her buttocks, her whole body huddled in the cold wind, her lips turned white from the cold.

Seeing her looking at the shoes, the mother-in-law happily stretched out her hand and introduced to her, "Girl, my shoes are very solid, they are all pasted up layer by layer. Look at the bottom and this side, it's all up." Good cotton cloth!"

(End of this chapter)