Red apricots make spring

Chapter 8
Outside the big kitchen of the Zhao Mansion, several cooks were sitting in the sun, whispering to each other while picking vegetables.

"I heard that some time ago, a maid named Ru Hua was beaten by his wife?"

"Isn't it? I was almost beaten to death!" One of the short and fat cooks with a blue and white flower kerchief on her head was showing off her good news, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously to everyone: "That flower is a creep I got into the master's bed, and before I entered the alley, I was caught by the madam! The madam didn't explode on the spot because of the master's face, and then took the opportunity of the master to go out, and then made a fuss."

All the cooks laughed in amazement when they heard the words, and hurriedly asked whether the words were true or not.

"It's absolutely true! I heard those maids whispering about it when I delivered the meal at noon. If there is a word wrong, you can spit on me." The short and fat cook pointed to the sky and swore.

"The Ruhua you're talking about is the tall maidservant with a melon face and fox eyes?" Another cook came over and asked in a low voice.

"That's her!" All the cooks nodded.

"Hey, how did you say that!" The cook later said in surprise: "That maid looks very cowardly, once I ran into Jin Yu scolding her, and finally hit her twice, but she just kept her head down. She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and didn't dare to say a word back. With such a person, she has the guts to climb into the master's bed?"

"It's called knowing people, knowing their faces, but not their hearts!" The dumpy cook smiled meaningfully: "Who wouldn't want to pick up tall branches and fly away? It's just that you have to think about whether the feathers on your wings are fully grown."

"It's really shameless." Someone spat and cursed, "Why didn't Madam beat this vicious thing to death?"

The chunky cook smiled contemptuously and said, "What kind of honorable background do you have as our wife? She wasn't..."

"Stop talking, someone is coming." Just as they were talking about the excitement, a cook with sharp eyes saw two figures flashing among the flowers in the distance, and hurriedly reminded everyone.

All the cooks hurriedly silenced, dispersed a little, and went to work separately.

After a while, Yan Hong walked around the flower tree with her stick still wounded, and shouted to one of the cooks: "Sister-in-law Liu, Madam has ordered that Ru Hua will work in the big kitchen in the future, you take her down to make arrangements." Bar."

Aunt Liu looked at Wen Rou in surprise, wiped her wet hands on the apron, and agreed repeatedly, and waited for Yan Hong to give a few more instructions, and then frowned slightly disgusted after walking far away. Said to Rourou: "What will you do?"

Rourou has been recuperating in the house for more than ten days, but she has heard a lot of gossip. The three maids in the room with her are very indifferent to her. They have long been used to looking at people's faces. Not afraid of biting, besides, she was full of worries and didn't have time to pay attention to Mrs. Liu's attitude, so she just said indifferently: "I don't know anything."

Mrs. Liu was very dissatisfied with her attitude, and felt that this girl really regarded herself as a lady, so she curled her lips contemptuously and said, "From now on, you can cook and do chores! Remember, this is not where you used to stay. Go to the room, put away your frivolous appearance, and be quicker in doing things."

Frivolous?Wen Rou almost laughed, she couldn't even stand firmly, a living dead person who was haggard and pale as if she had just crawled out of a grave, how could she be so frivolous?But she is too lazy to argue, let others say what they like, she just nodded, and in a blink of an eye, she saw a large pot of bean sprouts soaking at Mrs. Liu's feet, and walked over to bring the pot to the wooden table in the kitchen , stood at the table and picked them up.

"Bring it out." Mrs. Liu shouted to the kitchen, "That wooden table is for cooked vegetables!"

Rourou looked at the empty wooden table at the moment, frowned slightly and said: "My injury is still not healed, I can't squat, I can use this table for a while, can't I wipe it clean later?"

"Isn't it just a stick injury? You should have healed after a few days? You don't come here to enjoy the blessings. Don't take Joe as soon as possible." The short and fat cook lifted the vegetables she was washing in her hand, and said to Rourou: "After picking the bean sprouts, come over and wash the vegetables, pick out the bugs, and pour water several times carefully."

insect!Staring at the big bowl of vegetables tenderly with a headache, and then looking at the cooks around them with gloating smiles on their faces, waiting to watch the show, she turned her heart, rolled up her sleeves, and walked out of the kitchen with the bowl of bean sprouts in her hand. , enduring the pain in the wound, squatted in the open space to pick it up.Hmph, isn't it just washing and picking vegetables?She even narrowly escaped death, and even crossed time inexplicably!How can you still be afraid of such trivial matters!

That being said, when Wen Rou squatted there picking bean sprouts with someone behind her back, she still felt hot in her eyes, but the tears that should have flowed had already been shed in the past few days, even if she cried until her eyes were red and swollen, her heart still felt hot. She begged thousands of times, but God did not send her back to the original world, so she made a vow long ago that no matter how hard it was, she would never shed those tears that did not help her situation!So she raised her head high, sniffed vigorously and blinked her eyes, letting the hot liquid flow back.

Anyway, this life is also picked up now, and one more day of living is considered a profit, and she will not suffer!Gently comforting himself like Ah Q, I suddenly felt that the aggrievedness in my heart dissipated a little.Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the cooks around her gossiped with each other for a while, and then went about their own business.

No one watching the show doesn't mean no one criticizes. The cooks work hard on weekdays, and they have to watch the faces of the big maids serving in the upper room, and sometimes they are even beaten and scolded. They have long been full of resentment. She was fined to work in the kitchen, and many people made trouble. They either picked on her for not washing the dishes cleanly, or accused her of throwing away all the edible parts when picking vegetables, scolding her for waste, and assigning a lot of things to her. , When she was busy running around, it was a piece of cake to laugh at her for being too slow in her hands and feet, for being spoiled and unable to do rough work.

Rourou also understands that Li Shi has long regarded her as a thorn in the side, a thorn in the flesh, and sent her here to do rough work when her injury was not yet healed, just to let her be bullied and beaten, if possible, even wishing She's going to die soon, so if she can't take it anymore and makes a big fuss, she will be the one who will be the unlucky one, and she will offend the cooks even more, and make them humiliate Therefore, she had to swallow her anger and accept it submissively, so she should take some punishment for Ruhua, the original owner of this body, and repay the favor of occupying her body.

At this time, she was sent to the stove to start a fire again, squatting on the ground for a long time, wasting a pile of hay and leaves for starting the fire, but failed to start a fire, and Mrs. Liu, who was standing by the side waiting to cook, looked at her very He became unkind, but the more gentle and anxious he became, the more flustered he was. One didn't pay attention, and the flint used to start the fire fell on Mrs. Liu's instep. Not surprisingly, she was scolded for being stupid again.

"Let me come."

Just as she was gently wiping her sweat, a sweet and crisp voice rang in her ears. She turned around and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with a bun and wearing a pair of hairpins that were not much bigger than rice grains. Yin Lilac smiled at her and asked, "Are you new here?"

After a whole day, this was the first time someone smiled at her, and Gentle smiled back and nodded.

"Xiaohuan, go away." Seeing the little girl, Aunt Liu frowned and said, "Just let Ru Hua light the fire."

"Mother, this sister is new here, I don't think she can make a fire, why don't I teach her, so as not to waste the time of the ladies." Xiaohuan said nonchalantly, while holding the flint and tinder in his hand, Lightly and skillfully, the fire was lit, and the dry grass was lit and stuffed into the stove, and a few dry branches that were thinner than a finger were picked up and added. The branches, and finally put the chopped firewood in.

While making a fire, she told Wen Rou the things that needed attention, and after a while, the stove that Wen Rou had spent a long time failing to light had already ignited ragingly.

(End of this chapter)