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"I will do whatever you want, even if you don't give me a contract. Since you treat me so well, I will do anything for you."

The big hand on her head paused. Meng Jiao didn't know if this sentence pleased the old lady.

After waiting for a long time, I heard the old lady speak earnestly.

"I want to send you to the Wei Ran Courtyard. He can't eat other people's food. I see he's quite willing to eat your food, but, his temper, alas~ that's all."

Meng Jiao: Oh, no, I overacted. I acted too soft-hearted towards the old lady. Damn it!

"Yes, I am willing. The young master is a very good person. I will serve him carefully and not make him angry."

Meng Jiao quickly interrupted the old lady's words and said sincerely,

"Don't worry, I understand your thoughts. I sent some cakes to him today, and the prince asked me to go to his courtyard to make them when I have time."

The old lady was startled for a moment.

"Is this true?"

Meng Jiao nodded her head, pretending not to understand why the old lady was so confused.

The old lady and Liuli looked at each other, then stuffed two new items into the small box that Mengjiao brought, and asked her to go downstairs to pack, saying that she would be arranged to go to Changsheng Garden tomorrow.

At the same time, in Changsheng Garden, Fang Ziyan was a little surprised to see the prince looking better than the previous few days.

Is this dumpling really that delicious? Why can't I eat a single bite of the food? I've almost finished the whole box of snacks.

"Master, you should rest."

Zhongli Weiran swallowed the last bite of the dumpling. It was like this again. Every time she ate her food, she always felt extra energetic.

He stood up, packed up the basket himself, and walked back to the bedroom step by step.

"Rest. Go to the old lady's yard tomorrow and ask her to borrow the little girl who makes cakes for a few days."

Fang Ziyan pushed the wheelchair and followed behind his master, thinking that his master really liked what the little girl made.

After the Qingming Festival, people in the mansion began to catch the carriages leaving the mansion one after another.

In the yard, apricot blossoms are like raindrops, pear blossoms are like clouds, blooming in profusion.

Meng Jiao packed up and did not rush to report to Changsheng Garden. She got up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to get some cooking materials. Then she took the embroidered handkerchief and the carefully woven Chinese knot that she had prepared long ago and sent them to the old lady's room.

He left his things behind, and waited until the old lady got up and took a look before turning around with relief.

Amber felt sorry for her and said good things to the old lady.

Meng Jiao was halfway there when she bumped into Fang Ziyan, who was looking for the old lady to borrow someone. Fang Ziyan saw that she was carrying a lot of packages, as well as cooking utensils, so he hurried forward to take them.

Don't ask why he is so smart, he himself doesn't know.

"Where are you going with all these bags?"

Meng Jiao took the things out of the space only when she saw him from afar. She had originally planned to perform the role of a poor little maid for her prince, but this guy took it quickly.

"The old lady asked me to serve in Changsheng Garden from today onwards."

Fang Ziyan's expression changed instantly, his features twisted into a ball.

His master only said to borrow him for two or three days, he didn't say to just send him back.

Forget it, I’ll go back and ask him first.

The two of them returned to Changsheng Garden one after the other. When they passed the gate of the second courtyard, they happened to meet Zhongli Qinglin, who was kneeling at the gate and had been beaten beyond recognition.

Meng Jiao looked at him a few more times out of curiosity. Wasn’t this guy so arrogant a few days ago?

Who sanctioned this? I must ask the system to check it tonight.

Seeing his pig-headed look, I felt a little happy.

Entering Changsheng Garden, what comes into view is a wide courtyard with a piece of Taihu stone in the middle of the courtyard. Unlike other master's courtyards full of flowers and plants, this one only has a pond with a few lotus flowers.

Other places look like Chinese medicinal herbs and health plants, exuding a faint herbal aroma.

After walking through the corridor, Meng Jiao first took some things into the small kitchen, and then fixed her eyes on the window of the upper room.

Although this courtyard is nice, it is too deserted. No wonder the person in the house is said to be difficult to serve.

Who can endure loneliness and pain in such an environment?

As the saying goes, if you don't become handsome in silence, you will become abnormal in silence.

The one in the room, to be determined...

Meng Jiao didn't wait, she turned back to the kitchen, quickly took out the wonton stuffing that had been mixed in advance, and quickly wrapped it up.

Fang Ziyan was reporting the situation to his master in the upper room. Zhongli Weiran packed up and asked him to go talk to the old lady again and get the girl's indenture.

Thinking that if something unexpected happened to her in the future, she could be released from the house in advance.

Fang Ziyan agreed, and the two of them walked out of the door one after the other. Meng Jiao just came out with some freshly cooked wontons, and when she saw him coming out, she smiled.

"Good morning, Master. Come and eat wontons."

Zhongli Weiran was stunned. The little maid's expression was too casual, which made him feel like he was a normal person.

When others prepare food for him, they usually ask him if he wants it, likes it, or can eat it.

This is the first time I feel so casual as to treat my family.

Fang Ziyan smelled the fragrance in the air and couldn't move his feet at all.

There were no seasonings in this era, not to mention that Meng Jiao had also added a few drops of sesame oil from the space. For a moment, the whole yard was filled with the unique smell of sesame oil.

"My Lord, can't I go later?"

Zhongli Weiran came back to his senses and sat down, motioning him to push himself over, and spoke casually,

"No, go early and come back early, go to the kitchen to get the food from the yard, all today's food is yours."

"what?"

Fang Ziyan's face was full of shock. When did his grandfather become so stingy? He clearly prepared two big bowls.

Zhongli Weiran turned around and glanced at him coldly.

Fang Ziyan then pushed him over listlessly, then walked out of the yard, looking back every few steps.

Meng Jiao took out the vinegar and saw Fang Ziyan's back. She asked curiously,

"Master, doesn't he want to eat?"

Zhongli Weiran was confident and righteous.

"He's not hungry. You can eat this bowl."

Meng Jiao said "oh" and was about to take it back to the kitchen. Seeing this, Zhongli Weiran reached out and held her down.

"There aren't that many rules in my yard. Sit down and eat. Just follow the rules when outsiders are here."

"Hey, you're so nice, sir."

Meng Jiao didn't take it lightly and sat beside him and started eating heartily.

After performing for half a day in the morning, and with her supernatural power Xiaolu growing with her, she was actually a little hungry.

The blue and white bowl was filled with steaming wontons, and the fresh soup made from clam vermicelli was sprinkled with chopped green onions. The aroma rushed straight to the tip of the nose.

Even Zhongli Weiran couldn't help but be tempted, not to mention there was a little piglet beside him, eating delicious food, which made him very excited.

But he always restrained himself and only ate two bites. When he was half full, he started to watch the little girl eat.

Meng Jiao knew he was looking at her, but she was already a little hungry, so eating was the most important thing.

The blue and white bowl is as big as half of the girl's face, and her plump little mouth is slightly open.

The pink little tongue swayed playfully like a red carp, accidentally hooking away a scallion with oil on the corner of the mouth, and also hooking away someone's mind,

Watching intently, Zhongli Weiran's face inexplicably turned red.

It took him a long time to react, and he hurriedly got up and dragged his wheelchair away from the table in embarrassment.

That speed is not slower than that of a healthy person.