Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 32
She frowned, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard, but no one was there.

Heh, who is so full and has nothing to do, come to watch her early in the morning.

Was it to see if an adulterer came out of her room?
Cut, idiot, Meng Baiyun didn't bother to argue with this "who", turned around, yawned and rubbed the back of his neck and walked into the room.

My stomach is rumbling, it seems that I have to fill my stomach before going back to sleep.

Let her give Su Er the ready-made food in the house. Yesterday, I saw that Su Er only ate half of it.

So she returned to Su'er's room, made two cakes, and walked out while eating.

After eating, she went to bed and fell asleep. She was woken up by the pain.

The abdominal pain was so intense that she began to pull too.

Can diarrhea be contagious?
Of course it's impossible, she still has some common sense as a doctor.

Then she also ate something wrong.

The first thing that popped into my mind was that plate of pastries.

There was clearly something wrong with that pastry.

Fortunately, there wasn't much to eat, and she felt happy after only pulling twice, but her face was gloomy like a dark cloud passing through.

After changing her clothes, she went to Su'er's room to get pastries, and then went straight to the kitchen.

Longfu used to be where everyone ate at the same table.

After Long Aohan's death, the old lady and Lin Mengru saw that Meng Baiyun's eyes were not eyes and noses, so they ate separately from her.

But the kitchen is still the same.

When Meng Baiyun went in with the cakes, the kitchen was preparing breakfast, thinking that she had come to get the breakfast in person, the cook respected her because of her notoriety of abusing servants,

"Good morning madam, today I made lean meat porridge and meat buns with preserved vegetables. If madam wants to eat, this servant will bring you to Tongyuan."

"No, who made the pastry that was sent to my room yesterday?"

Meng Baiyun pushed the pastry in front of the cook.

The cook hurriedly said, "The pastries are all made by Master Ji."

"Call me, I have something to ask him."

Seeing Meng Baiyun's serious expression, the cook began to recite the Buddha's name on behalf of Master Ji, fearing that the pastries were not to the taste, and Meng Baiyun would find fault with Master Ji.

So, while calling Master Ji, she also cleverly sent a little girl to call the old lady.

Master Ji is here.

Half of the people in Longfu are afraid of Meng Baiyun, and most people hate her.

Master Ji undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

He has been in Longfu for more than ten years, and he watched Long Aohan grow up, and he loved and loved him very much.

Meng Baiyun has defeated Long Aohan now, he is the same as Mrs. Long, looking at Baiyun as if he were an enemy.

Therefore, he was not too polite to Meng Baiyun.

"What did Madam ask me to do?"

"You did it?"

Meng Baiyun pushed the pastry, and a strange emotion flashed in Master Ji's eyes.

But it quickly returned to calm.

"I made it. Madam doesn't like to eat it, but feeds pigs."

"Eat a piece yourself and let me see."

Master Ji was stunned, squeezed the hands beside him slightly, pretending to be angry: "Ma'am, are you calling me a pig? How did I offend you?"

"I still want to ask you, how did I offend you?"

Master Ji seems to be a bit stupid, unable to take the slap in the face, he was stunned for a while and then said impatiently: "Ma'am, I don't understand what you are talking about, I have other things to do, excuse me."

In a hurry?
But it just exposed his guilty conscience, Meng Baiyun said with a cold face, "Stop, don't finish this plate of pastries, you don't want to go anywhere."

"Ma'am, what do you mean, no matter how unpalatable I make it, you'll be the worst."

The dispute between the two has already attracted several cooks and cooks watching.

Without exception, these people stood on Master Ji's side, thinking that Meng Baiyun was just looking for trouble.

Those eyes of disgust, disgust, and impatience cast on her one after another.

(End of this chapter)