Hongzhi watched the person leave, wearing a single dress and standing in front of the crane in amazement. Is it really made of ice? I want to touch it but can't bear to let it go, so I feel even more distressed when I look at it. Isn't it better to just make some broken ice? This must be very expensive, enough for her to embroider the embroidery for a year, and it feels as distressed as if her own silver had flowed away for no reason.

Fennie looked at her and went to bed: "Go to sleep."

...

The crowing sound of the rooster instantly broke the silence of the early morning.

Aunt Zhuang looked at the black cloth strip in her hand with a frustrated look in the morning light. She thought of these two roosters with a clever look and wanted to strangle their necks, but unexpectedly, she was still one step late.

Aunt Zhuang threw down the cloth strip and rushed towards the inner room without any desire.

Xiang Xinci looked at the top of the bed with a cold face and opened her eyes.

Aunt Zhuang suddenly cried and knelt on the edge of the bed with a thud. She was finished... It was completely over. She really thought that the two chickens had the ability to strangle to death, but the chickens were not only raised by the old lady. The next door and the back alley started to yell. Listen, dogs, chickens, ducks, she couldn't pinch them even with ten hands.

Fennie had already gotten up, and the thin old lady cleaned herself up. Her eyes that were still frigid and frosty were originally trying to see if the child woke up, but from the gap, she saw the complaining body of Mrs. Zhuang kneeling beside the bed and trembling.

Listening to the rooster crowing outside, Fennie lifted the curtain and walked in, her voice softly: "But I woke up..."

Aunt Zhuang looked at the old lady in tears. She could not serve her next to her in the future. The old lady wanted to tell Aunt Qin to take good care of her lady in the future...

Fennie looked at her comfortably, walked to the bed, stopped two steps away from the bed, and looked at the person on the bed. Her tone was not as capable as she usually spoke, but was as gentle as water, kind and careful, and she was afraid of shocking her: "But the sound is too mixed, and it wakes you..."

Xiang Xinci turned her head slowly, looking over, sleepy, with remaining anger in her anxious eyes. She had never been woken up by such anger!

But when it touched the old lady's eyes, caring, and being soft and soft that could not be explained clearly with her. When she cared, the anger in Xiang Xinci's eyes faded a little: "No obstacle..."

Aunt Zhuang was instantly pardoned, and their irritable master said it was okay, the wife was kind and kind, and the gods were alive!

Xiang Xinci stood up.

Fennie impulsively wanted to help her, but stopped moving again.

Aunt Zhuang rushed up excitedly, and carefully served his master and got up, wishing to give him a gift like a treasure.

"I... go make breakfast..."

...

Aunt Zhuang used all her slight hands and feet in her life, patiently and meticulously, and was frightened to put on her master's clothes and wash her face.

But when she touched her lady's precious long hair like satin, she felt that she was over. From dressing to washing her face, the lady was already very patient with her. If she dared to pull a piece of her hair, the lady would definitely kill her.

Aunt Zhuang looked at her rough bark-like hands, silently put down the comb, and spoke carefully: "Madam, I will give you a balm, for fear of tainting my wife's hair..."

Then did you not even beat me when you were wearing clothes just now? Where is Aunt Qin! "Go."

Aunt Zhuang was as if she was given a general amnesty and quickly ran to the kitchen, lifted the curtain, and saw the old lady holding the firewood, she suddenly felt that she had good luck. Why did she forget that the old lady was used to doing rough work?

"But what is the madam's order?"

Aunt Zhuang shook her head and turned back to accept the arrangement of fate. She was stupid at the beginning and felt that she had no future in the village for the rest of her life. She didn't know what was wrong. She tried her best to serve the seventh lady who came to the village for a while.

At that time, they all felt that Miss Seven was not allowed to be liked by the old lady, and no one came forward. She thought that it was a lady, and going to the lady’s yard to water flowers is more like picking up manure.

She has the status of an aunt now, and has met so many big people, and even meets the emperor every day, which is easier than the imperial court officials. She has made a fortune, so just die.

Fennie grabbed Aunt Zhuang with a depressed look: "Is there something wrong?"

Aunt Zhuang shook her head, and couldn't do anything to make someone to take care of her. Aunt Zhuang was about to leave.

Fennie grabbed her again and said with a smile: "You are not here to serve her, are you going to comb your hair?"

"The old lady knows?"

Fennie's hand wiping the meal on her apron awkwardly, and she felt it was unclear and wiped it with the corner of her clothes: "If you don't mind, I'll do it..."

Aunt Zhuang shook her head quickly: "No, no, our wife's hair... No, no, I'll go..." It hurt her hair, and the wife refused to recognize her relatives.

Fen's mother looked at her and wanted to go, but she felt unworthy, but Mrs. Zhuang seemed to... grit her teeth and chased her for two more steps: "Let me try it, I want to go..."

"I don't mean that, it's... it's because my wife's hair is not easy to serve..." She was afraid that the old lady would be scolded...

"I'll try..."

...

Fennie's craftsmanship in serving people has not been practiced for a long time, and her foundation and skill in her hands are not as good as before.

But she was pious like a pilgrimage, she stroked her long hair with her hands, smelled the familiar fragrance on her hair that was clearer than before, and carefully tied Xinci a bun, so she could touch her hair again after twenty years of separation.

Xiang Xincian sat quietly, and accidentally brought her to her hair without saying a word. Moreover, her skills were really good and she did not hurt her, so she had already tied up her simple bun.

Fennie put down the jade comb...

Xiang Xinci suddenly reached out and covered her hand...

Fen's mother didn't pull it back, but just looked at her, and she couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes. Her daughter, a daughter who is always separated from heaven and man, even if she felt that she was not inferior, she felt that she was not worthy of being caught.

Xiang Xinci held her hand.

After a while, Fen's mother held her, she was soft and soft, as if she was just born, and was even more heart-shaking than when she was just born: "I'll go cook..." Fen's mother hurriedly put her down and ran away.

When Fen's mother prepared the meal and sat on the floor again, she had already recovered as before. Her eyes were less restrained and more close: "I asked Mr. Ming yesterday, and Mr. Ming said you like to eat breakfast like this, and taste it if it is appropriate."

Hongzhi didn't get up late, but she helped with the cooking and was still hiding behind her grandmother.

Aunt Zhuang took the time to look at her and sweated for her. Their ladies were possessive. If they thought that their mother was her mother, the little girl would have to let the virgin: "Madam, it smells so good."

Xiang Xinci tasted it and smiled.

Aunt Zhuang got more attentive.

Fennie looked at her and was happy to eat.

After Hongzhi finished eating, she went to work.

Fennie mixed chicken with food.
Chapter completed!