MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 189
Chapter 189
Ms. Qian hated Mrs. Zeng to death. Those tricks in the past didn't work for her anymore.
She looked directly at Mrs. Zeng and said, "I am a widow with three fatherless children. I have to be protected by the clan to keep the door. You are always telling me not to be filial to the second master, and Do the uncles who have been separated from the sect, and the uncles who have been separated from the family often come and go?"
Ms Zeng did not expect that Mrs. Qian, who has always been weak, would contradict her like this, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and was about to get angry at Mrs. Qian.
Song Jiyun watched, and coughed lightly beside him.
Zeng's face flushed suddenly, but he didn't speak for a while.
Song Jiyun said lightly: "It's all gone!"
This is naked, naked, naked to drive them away!
The three Zengs were all stunned.
Song Jiyun glanced at Madam Zheng, greeted the eldest lady, and walked to the hall with his arm around Qian's shoulders.
Nurse Zheng led people to invite Mrs. Zeng and the third wife out of the second bedroom's compound politely but forcefully.
Listening to the loud yelling and cursing behind her, Qian shook her head and said, "I still tore my face!"
Song Jiyun smiled and said: "Mother, you don't think we can still be the same as before, do you? Some of their family has a wedding or a wedding, and the invitation is handed over to our house, and it is a gift of affection. But on weekdays, each other Enter the door of each house, eat the food of each house, and do not communicate with each other."
Ms. Qian knew what Song Jiyun said was right, but she was still quite emotional.
Song Jiyun had a conversation with her to calm her down, and then returned to the small workshop and began to prepare for the eighth kiln—the alum red for Prince Huai’s mansion had already been fired and sent to Shangrao. Thirteen of the hexagonal boxes that he promised to burn for Yuan Yunzhong were burnt out, which is an auspicious number no matter what.
But her hands were itchy.
When I burned the hexagonal box for Yuan Yunzhong, I burned a few Sancai cups. In that furnace, only one hexagonal box was burned for Yuan Yunzhong, but the Sancai cups she put in were all in good condition.
She simply boiled a few more exquisite cups for herself, preparing to match a set of tea sets.
Several Linglong cups in that kiln were also fired in one go.
Yuan Yunzhong's hexagonal box failed to make any! !
Song Jiyun sighed inwardly after thinking about it.
Yuan Yunzhong simply clashed with her lover.
Now this tea set is still a cup of justice.
She decided to open another kiln.
If it doesn’t burn well this time, forget it.
Always doing one thing is quite boring.
In the next few days, Song Jiyun didn't go to the kiln factory, and concentrated on her small workshop.
The billowing smoke from the kiln sometimes drifts with the wind in the courtyard of Yin Yu Tang, leaving a little smoke and dust.
Shao Qing, who was sitting in the yard drinking tea, looked at the black grains floating on the golden tea soup, and couldn't help but sigh: "How come these days are coming to an end! I heard that Miss Song has already fired seven kilns, and this kiln will not fail again right?"
As he spoke, he put his palms together toward the west, bowed like a woman, said "Amitabha", and said, "May the merciful and merciful Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva bless Ms. Song to make her wishes come true soon! Otherwise, we have to Suffer accordingly."
As long as you are sitting in the yard, you will inevitably be covered with smoke and dust.
Shao Qing was reluctant to part with this cup of good Keemun black tea. After thinking about it, he carefully picked out the smoke and dust that fell on the tea soup with a bamboo stick.
It was only then that he realized that the yard was quiet, not even a sound, and the silence was a bit scary.
Shao Qing couldn't help but look up at Yuan Yunzhong who was sitting opposite him.
Yuan Yunzhong leaned back on the grand master's chair and looked at him coldly.
That gaze can freeze people to death.
This reminded him that when Yuan Yunzhong had just returned to Yuan's house, Jiang county magistrate recklessly named his servant "Little Four" and kept calling him "Little Four" all day long. Looking at county magistrate Jiang like that.
Later, County Magistrate Jiang was chased and scratched by the group of stray cats around for no reason for a whole summer!
He shuddered, and hurriedly said, "Why, what's wrong?"
Wouldn't it be because he disliked him for drinking tea that was covered in smoke?
He looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, and explained: "How good is this tea! It only produces four or five catties a year. If it wasn't for a coincidence, we wouldn't even know there is such a delicious Qi Hong!"
Yuan Yunzhong listened, but his gaze became colder and colder.
So what does he dislike?
Shao Qing's neck slacks, and he is not afraid of death: "I didn't say anything! It's a pity to spill such a good tea. Even in the capital, you may not be able to drink such delicious tea!"
Yuan Yunzhong had blue veins throbbing on his forehead, and said, "If you don't like the smoke and dust in the yard, then go back to the house."
Since when did he dislike the smoke and dust in the yard?
He just loves tea.
But can he say it?
Shao Qing closed his mouth knowingly.
During this period of time, he felt that Yuan Yunzhong was acting weird, as if there was a fire in his heart, and it might explode at any time.
He bowed his head to drink tea and eat snacks.
The cook of the Song family is really good. Today they made peach heart cakes.
After crisping, fry at low temperature, and then oil at high temperature.
The skin is layered, like a peach blossom in full bloom.
Shao Qing ate to his heart's content.
decided to continue teaching the cooks of the Song family how to make Su-style dim sum.
Who knew that he was like this, but Yuan Yunzhong was still dissatisfied, and said to him abruptly: "Go and see, what happened to Miss Song?"
Shao Qing almost choked.
He hurriedly swallowed the snack in his mouth, and said: "What can happen to Ms. Song? She hasn't even gone out. The business of the Songjia Kiln Factory is also very good. Mrs. Qian and the two Ms. Songs are chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha all day long. Manager Wu was free, so he went to the kitchen to serve some snacks and have tea."
Yuan Yunzhong stroked his forehead, and asked him in a deep voice: "Don't you know that Miss Song has already burned eight kilns?"
"I know!" Shao Qing said disapprovingly, "Otherwise, why would there be smoke and dust in our yard all day long?"
Having said that, he suddenly had an epiphany, and he couldn't help saying loudly: "I know! I know! So you were worried about Miss Song!"
But Yuan Yunzhong's face seemed even uglier.
Shao Qing thought, it must be because he guessed right.
He felt that Yuan Yunzhong was worrying unfoundedly, and said: "Who is Miss Song? The dragon kiln can be fired at one time! Even if there is something wrong, it is the kiln's business. We don't understand these things, and we can't help if we worry about it." What a favor! Why don't you help Ms. Song take care of her home or kiln factory, so that no one will make trouble!"
Shao Qing felt that what he said was very reasonable, but Yuan Yunzhong seemed to be angry with him, very dissatisfied, and sneered at him: "Are you going?"
"Go!" Shao Qing knew current affairs as a hero, stood up immediately, went straight to Song Jiyun's small workshop, and asked Song Jiyun, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Song Jiyun thought that it might be because he had been burning porcelain at home all this time, which made Shao Qing worry about her situation, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just trying to burn new alum-red porcelain."
also invited him to have a snack.
Shao Qing thought about Yuan Yunzhong's uncertain temper during this time, and decided to stay with Song Jiyun for a while.
You can also chat with Miss Song.
Miss Song's words are still very interesting.
Sisters, the time to add updates can only be seen when I finish writing...
(end of this chapter)
