When Emperor Wu dressed as Darcy's sister

It was only five or six o'clock in the morning, the sky was still gray, and there was movement in Netherfield Manor.

Winters in Netherfield are no colder than Pemberley in the Lake District, but they are by no means warmer.If the fireplace in the kitchen burned to embers overnight without anyone watching, the hall would be cold enough to make one cringe.This kind of weather really makes people yearn for the warmth of the quilt.

However, that is only the patent of ladies and wives. Even if the cold is stinging, the servants still have to get up early to work.

Five or six maids in light-colored cotton dresses walked out of the servant's room at the back of the manor, yawning and rubbing their eyes, and came to the fireplace sleepily.At this time, the cook had already washed her hands, put on a clean and white cotton apron, and kneaded the dough so that the washbasin rattled.

The maids had just brought firewood when thin flames appeared in the fireplace, and the brass bell hanging on the wall of the servant's room next door jingled rapidly as usual.

Not long after, the footsteps of the maid who was on her way to answer errands came from the stairs, "Mrs. Hurst wants hot scented tea. She is afraid of getting fat, so she doesn't want peanut butter on the toast. Miss Bingley wants hot milk, and the toast needs to be added." Butter—must be up by seven o'clock!"

The personal maid didn't even step in the kitchen door. She folded her hands on her chest, held her head up and gave orders, then turned and left, as if she didn't want to stay in the messy kitchen for a moment.

A maid by the fireplace held her cotton skirt tightly, while facing the flames, she used exaggerated facial expressions to imitate exactly the movements and demeanor of the maid who was close to her just now—for several days, every morning. In a word, you can hear it all.

The people next to her looked at her and couldn't help laughing.This can be regarded as a necessary joke in the kitchen every day.

The other maids still had scruples and didn't dare to offend Caroline and Mrs. Hurst's personal maids, so they just snickered softly.

The plump cook standing in front of the chopping board laughed the loudest. She was not afraid of the maid.

"You are all afraid of her, but I am not. That's why I say, it's a craft that gives people the most confidence!" The cook patted the bread dough, laughed and puffed out her chest, "I'm not boasting. , even in Hertfordshire, my cooking skills are like this!"

The cook gave her a thumbs up proudly, and said proudly, "So I'm not afraid of offending her. Even if Netherfield doesn't hire me, wouldn't any one in the city be vying to hire me?"

"That's why I said, there is still one craft that is the best, and I have enough confidence!"

The cook concluded by repeating the words triumphantly.

The maids looked at her with envy in their eyes, and they all sighed secretly in their hearts. It is better to have a craft, and the cook is superb. No matter where she goes, she is very sought-after, so there is no need to worry about where to go.It's not like me, after leaving Netherfield, I don't know where the next employer is who can afford a maid and is willing to pay a salary that is not bad!

"Ahem..." Just when everyone was envious of the cook, there was a light cough from the door.

The maids were startled, and hurriedly turned their heads to look, for fear that the personal maid had returned

.Only the cook pursed her lips and threw the dough heavily on the chopping board, frying a layer of cornstarch -- again, relying on her superb cooking skills, she is not afraid of any young ladies maid!

"I'm here to prepare breakfast for the lady."

Fortunately, it wasn't Caroline's personal maid they thought was outside the door, but a young lady who didn't quite get used to getting up early.

"Everyone is very happy." Qing Niang didn't stand outside the door like the personal maid just now, she walked into the kitchen without hesitation, and said with a smile, "It seems that Netherfield is really suitable for vacation."

All the maids felt good about her because of her actions, and they smiled kindly. The maid by the fireplace hurriedly stepped aside, asking the young lady to come and warm herself by the fireplace.

Only the cook was still holding her face, and while making slits on the bread, she replied loudly: "I don't have breakfast now. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley have to wait!"

Qing Niang's face darkened when she heard that, preparing the three meals was originally the job of the cook, she didn't hear the maid coming outside the door just now, the cook didn't say anything to her face, what a shame at this time!

Simply because she didn't come to get the breakfast prepared in the kitchen, Qing Niang rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the stove, and said lightly: "Miss Darcy is a delicate person, and she is not used to rough things in the country, such as toast, if I didn't cook it myself, I'm afraid the lady won't be able to eat a bite. So I have to cook breakfast myself as usual."

Qing Niang didn't even look at the cook, she stirred the milk pot on the stove, picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of it, smelled it, frowned and said: "It's too fishy, ​​haven't you dealt with it?"

He picked up the fermented bread and pinched it, then shook his head and said, "It's too hard, I'm afraid my stomach will hurt if I eat it."

Even the peanut butter and jelly, Qing Niang came to the conclusion that it was too greasy after tasting it, and finally looked around critically, and sighed: "I don't know how the Bentley family endured these few days."

The cook stood aside, her face turned blue with anger, she deliberately ignored Qing Niang, and stirred the spoon in her hand so quickly that the soup in the pot was about to splash out.

The maids secretly looked at each other, but no one dared to make a sound—yesterday they saw Miss Darcy's style. There were several fights in and out of the carriage alone, and the accompanying maids were almost bigger than Netherfield. Much more throughout the estate!

Qing Niang ignored them, instead, she sighed and shook her head when she saw the cook's rough actions, and immediately made the cook even more angry, knocking the spoon on the edge of the pot.

Qing Niang just pretended not to hear, and flipped through today's ingredients sent by nearby farmers - some fresh carrots, frozen milk and a small handful of green leafy vegetables, but there are still a lot of cabbage. At least, the sea prawns sent by the guests who came to visit are also alive and kicking.

"Please bring flour and wheat starch—oh, if you have glutinous rice flour, it would be the best." Qing Niang instructed the maid who was watching from the side, "I also need a pot of boiling water."

The maids took a cautious look at the cook, but they didn't dare to move - without him, the cook has a lot of authority here, everyone

I'm a little afraid of her.

Only the maid who was in front of the fireplace boldly took out bags containing various flours and starches from the cabinet and handed them to Qingniang, whispering: "Here."

Qing Niang smiled at her.

The cook stared at her fiercely, and turned her back to Qingniang and sarcastically loudly, "Is anyone able to do the work in the kitchen? Look at those delicate fingers. When touched by a knife, there will be a long strip." The mouth! The food is rough, I’m afraid that some young ladies will starve all day because of this!”

Qing Niang is not a master who is willing to suffer, so she quickly mixed the wheat starch and cornstarch in the basin, neatly raised the copper pot high and poured boiling water, and snapped back, "Boil water and add firewood, Kneading dough and warming the fire, not to mention that anyone can do it, but if I bring a girl who knows a little bit, she can do it in less than ten days!"

She took a slender wooden stick and kneaded the flour into dough in the basin, threw a piece of wet gauze over the basin, and immediately picked up the knife and picked up the carrots, The cabbage and a small handful of unknown green leafy vegetables were placed on the new chopping board one by one, and there was a continuous sound of tuk tuk duk. In less than 5 minutes, piles of orange or green fine diced appeared neatly on the chopping board.

Qing Niang gathered the pile of vegetables together with a knife, smiled and pouted at the stunned maid, "How about it? Would you like me to teach you how to keep your fingers as delicate as possible!"