The rhubarb clan came in suddenly, and the window pole in Su Zhaoning's hand had not yet had time to be put down. So when she leaned over, the pole just pressed down on her fingers. But Su Zhaoning endured the discomfort and did not make other moves.

In the face of angry people, less can be less wrong.

Mrs. Hou's Rhubarb family really didn't like anything at this time. She stared at Su Zhaoning's side face and didn't speak for a long time.

The second room, the eldest daughter of the dead mother. This is Su Zhaoning's identity.

After a few breaths, Rhubarb finally calmed down. She stretched out her hand and personally helped Su Zhaoning up, saying, "Ning'er has been wronged. ”

Su Zhaoning's fingers trembled, and he swallowed all his worries into his stomach. This is a politeness that has never been seen before.

Da Huang took Su Zhaoning's hand and wanted to go aside. However, the space in this utility room is really limited, and the two people stand in it, and they don't turn around.

So she retracted her gaze and asked Su Zhaoning, "How old is Ning'er this year?" ”

Su Zhaoning couldn't guess the heart of the Rhubarb family for the time being, and answered carefully in every sentence: "Back to the eldest aunt, Ning'er is sixteen." ”

"It's been a year." Da Huang's eyes refocused on Su Zhaoning's face, and she suddenly had an idea in her heart, she threw out the bait of interest, "Aunt has a troublesome matter now, if Ning'er does it...... Even if your mother is negligent, your aunt will make the decision for you, so that you can marry a good family. ”

The Da Huang clan didn't think that there was anything else in the Chang'an Hou Mansion that was worthy of Su Zhaoning's nostalgia. A demanding stepmother, a patriarchal father.

Marrying a good family is the most thorough way to get out of the fire pit.

"It is Zhaoning's duty to treat Zhaoning generously and relieve her worries." Su Zhaoning quickly agreed.

She is not looking forward to marrying as soon as possible, as the Rhubarb family guessed. She just wants to stay in the Hou Mansion and protect her sister-in-law Su Yingying.

But whether it is marrying or staying in the house, what cannot be offended more than Xiao Huang's is undoubtedly the Chang'an Marquis lady Da Huang in front of him.

Da Huang's face turned a little pale, and he pointed to Su Zhaoning and said, "Your grandmother cherishes her juniors and wants to personally raise the third girl, Zhenyi." But you have heard it today, Zhenyi only recognized her ancestors and returned to her ancestors, and I am worried that she will not serve your grandmother well. How do you think this matter should be resolved? ”

"My aunt was filial to her grandmother and cherished her children. If Zhenyi's sister can stay with her aunt, it will be the best. Su Zhaoning heard the rhubarb clan call the other party the third girl, and knew that this new Chang'an marquis was younger than herself. The age of the daughter's family is not important, the important thing is her brother, which is probably the source of Mrs. Hou's heart disease.

In short, these two people are the same mother, Su Zhenyi was held in the hands of the Rhubarb family, and the rhubarb's heart disease can be cured a little.

Su Zhaoning's words really pleased the Rhubarb clan. I heard her immediately approve: "Ning'er has always been sensible. If you were by your ancestor's side, I wouldn't have been so worried. ”

Su Zhaoning didn't believe it, she replied respectfully: "Zhaoning is stupid and doesn't dare to work on grandmother." The eldest sister is smart and filial, if the eldest sister accompanies her grandmother, she will be happy to come to her grandmother. ”

The previous sentence seemed to speak to Da Huang's heart, and her scrutiny of Su Zhaoning was a little lighter. However, the latter sentence failed to make Su Zhaoning figure out his preferences. The rhubarb clan changed his words, and he had no intention of lingering on his biological daughter Su Roujia.

The twenty-third day of the lunar month is the day to send the god of the stove. In the past, in addition to a large table of delicacies from the mountains and seas, Mrs. Hou would also cook a hometown snack to offer to the god of the stove.

Osmanthus cake is one of the traditional dim sum in Hangzhou, where the best glutinous rice is mixed with dried osmanthus to make various shapes such as flowers, insects and fish. Bite it lightly, the soft and glutinous pastry has the fragrance of osmanthus, and the mouth is fragrant.

Su Zhaoning was ready to start on this matter.

"Mama Lian, I'll help you." Su Zhaoning walked into the side room of the main courtyard, and Mama Lian, who was beside Mrs. Hou, was personally picking out the blackened ones from a large plate of dried osmanthus flowers in a bamboo dustpan and throwing them away.

Su Zhaoning's gaze swept over the five white-background powdered ceramic jars next to the big bamboo dustpan, and squatted directly beside Mama Liu.

She moved the bamboo dustpan to her side, stretched out her hand to help Mama Lian up, and said, "Mama Lian, you don't have a rest all year round." Let me do what I can. You are watching, and if something is wrong, you can point it out in time. ”

Mama Lian, whose temples were slightly white, thumped her lower back, held Su Zhaoning's hand, and sat back on the chair.

She is the dowry maid of Mrs. Hou, and she has survived to the position of the old lady in the Hou Mansion of Chang'an. In terms of the identity of master and servant, Mama Lian is not as confused as the maid below. But Su Zhaoning's respectful attitude, she still endured it.

The dignified lady in the second room is not as good as the maid in the third room. The father-in-law is not distressed, so what can they do.

What's more, after receiving this respect, he always occasionally mentioned the second girl in front of Mrs. Hou. Even Mama thinks that she has done her best.

At this time, she sat on the fan-shaped armchair and watched Su Zhaoning sit on the small low pier where she was sitting before and carefully select the dried osmanthus flowers.

Five jars of dried osmanthus, and the four-room girl is not according to the number of people, but according to the yard one room and one jar. The best jar was naturally delivered to the old lady's courtyard. A few years ago, the fourth master did not return to Beijing, and the dried osmanthus in the fourth room was not picked out separately.

This year, in fact, there are still only three people in Beijing, but the Zhenyi girl in the long room is raised in front of the old lady.

This extra jar is for Miss Zhenyi.

Lian Mama looked at Su Zhaoning, who carefully selected dried osmanthus flowers. Even if there was an extra porcelain jar, she didn't ask out loud.

It's a calm heart. Mama Lian commented in her heart.

No matter how calm he is, his life is a little bad. Even the three girls from outside are not as good.

Even Mama didn't dare to say this, but she didn't think about it in her heart. Up and down the Marquis of Chang'an, who doesn't think like this?

"Mama Lian, look, how about putting it in a jar like this?" Su Zhaoning had already divided the dried osmanthus into five parts evenly and placed them in a bamboo dustpan.

At first glance, it seems that only the pile of dried osmanthus on the far left is in the best condition. But even Mama took a closer look and found clues.

Making osmanthus cake is a common practice when the old marquis of Chang'an Marquis was alive. Therefore, even Mama also selected the dried osmanthus for Mrs. Hou for decades. She just looked a little carefully, and found that although the two piles of dried osmanthus in the center were inferior to the one on the far left, they were better than the other two on the right.

The four girls born to the second lady like to imitate the eldest girl born to Mrs. Hou in everything. The color of the long room and the second room of the dried osmanthus is also good, which saves the second girl who chooses the dry osmanthus from being embarrassed by the fourth girl. It's just that now there is still a third girl in the house who is not light.

Even if you don't mention it yourself, who can know if this dried osmanthus is good or bad? Mama Lian thought about Su Zhaoning's respectful attitude towards herself, so she decided to sell this face.

She said: "The second girl will go back with the third can directly." The eldest girl and the fifth girl, I sent someone to send them over. ”

Jars of dried osmanthus were sent separately, and the three girls would not find any more to compare the color.

Su Zhaoning didn't expect Mama Lian to misunderstand her thoughts, and hurriedly replied, "I didn't mean that." ”

"And how many cans do you want?" Mama Lian tasted the refusal in Su Zhaoning's words.

Could it be that she still wants to choose a second can? There seems to be no difference between the second and third cans.

Even Mama took a closer look at the first three cans that had been loaded, except for the first can, which was obviously perfect, the second and third cans were really comparable.

To make a closer comparison, the second can seems to be slightly more than the third......

Even Mama was thinking about it, but Su Zhaoning's explanation came from her ears.

"If it's convenient, how about letting me go back with the fifth can?" Su Zhaoning had already filled the fourth jar of dried osmanthus at this time, and the fifth jar was also half filled.

Lian Mama looked at the half-filled dried osmanthus in the white porcelain jar, the flowers were half-mutilated and half-incomplete, and they were really not of the highest quality.

Looking at the other half of the bamboo dustpan again, although it is slightly better than the bottom ones, it is too far worse than the first three cans.

"Second girl, have you thought about it?" Mama Lian asked in disbelief.

Su Zhaoning put all the remaining dried osmanthus flowers into the porcelain jar, nodded and replied, "This is the jar." I want to take this jar back. ”

After filling the fifth can, Su Zhaoning took it to Mama Lian again, and took the initiative to say, "Mama, look." ”

At this time, Mama Lian had already seen the merits of the fifth jar of dried osmanthus.

Only the fifth can has the most weight.

But she saw it clearly, this fifth jar is only the dried osmanthus on the top, and the bottom is simply useless and discarded.

"Yingying is six years old, and I want her to make a plate of osmanthus cake for her grandmother." Su Zhaoning did not shy away from Mama Lian, and told her thoughts to the other party.

Even Mama didn't think that this merit was applicable to Su Zhaoning. She said: "The rules of the house, except for the ancestors who made it, no matter how many girls have, they only take one plate and serve it in front of the stove." The seven girls are too young......"

Even Mama didn't say anything, but the meaning was already obvious.

For the sake of this impossible winning rate, and chose a jar of dried osmanthus that obviously wanted to offend the fourth girl, the second girl was more than worth the loss.

As Mama Lian, it is not easy to mention this.

The corners of Su Zhaoning's eyes were slightly wet, and he replied gratefully: "I also understand that it is impossible for Ying Ying to be picked in front of the stove." It's just that this year's winter is extraordinarily long, and she has never been in good health. I only hope that that love can protect Yingying through this winter. ”

Mama Lian sighed and stopped persuading. The sixteen-year-old second girl had a very difficult time under the second lady, not to mention the seven-year-old girl who was only six years old.

But older people are always a little soft-hearted. Because of this distraction, when she personally held the dried osmanthus to Mrs. Hou, even Mama deliberately mentioned it.

"This year, the seventh girl is also learning to make Dingsheng cake, saying that she wants to help the ancestors to ask for blessings in front of the stove prince."

Old Madam Hou smiled and looked at the three cans of dried osmanthus in front of her, and praised: "They are all sensible children." Send Roujia's over, and Zhenyi's will stay with me. I taught her personally. ”

"What is Grandmother going to teach me?" The bead curtains between the inner and outer rooms were lifted, and Su Zhenyi, the newly returned third girl from the Hou Mansion, walked in with a smile on her face. Her gaze swept over the three jars of dried osmanthus on the long table.