C221 Health

Her son and daughter-in-law were not filial, these were clearly the lice on the bald man's head, but she could not afford to make a ruckus. If she were to make a ruckus, her daughter-in-law would only make a ruckus more fiercely than she did.

She let out a long sigh, comforting herself in her heart. In truth, what could she do even if she became a horse? She wasn't a daughter-in-law, she was doing it for her son and grandson. Her son was the flesh that fell from her body, and her grandson was her son's blood and bone.

She couldn't just watch her son and grandson eat and dress.

She placed such a thought in her heart. It seemed that no matter how unwilling she was, she would be crushed.

She straightened her back and continued forward.

Mian Niang was well-behaved, after going to Peach Blossom House, she went straight to the back door and knocked. When the people in the courtyard saw her, they immediately smiled and said: "Xiao Song is here, quickly come in. Steward Zhou did not go out today, but was waiting for you inside."

Mian Niang smiled as she thanked her and followed her into the courtyard.

The backyard was no different from the last time she came back. She was still busy slaughtering pigs and slaughtering sheep to clean up the fish.

Before he even entered the kitchen, he heard Master Zhang's voice coming out from within.

"Another one has been reprimanded."

The person who opened the door did not think of it as a pestle, as if it was a common sight.

When Mian Niang thought about Master Zhang's temper, she also felt that it would be weird if Master Zhang did not scold him.

However, he was still curious. They were all young men who were full of vigor. Even if they were scolded like this, they would still be able to endure it.

If you want to learn some skills, you have to learn how to be scolded first. Master scolding you is a good thing, the more severe the scolding, the greater your expectations are, and if you really don't scold you one day, then you should be worried, but that doesn't mean that you can become a teacher, it can only mean that you have let your master down, that scolding or not scolding is the same, and you don't want to waste your saliva.

Mian Niang didn't know what to say, as she didn't know how to respond.

This meant that not only were women not easy to live in this world, but it was also hard for men to live either.

After entering the kitchen, he realized that the one being scolded was Bao Sheng.

Bao Sheng had interacted with her for half a month. Every time he went to her house, Madame Song would bring out a bowl of fresh and hot tofu brain for him to eat.

The young man was honest and honest. Just based on this bowl of tofu brain, he was sure that this Song Little Brother was his good brother and good friend. This morning, he had been eating the tofu brain enthusiastically, but he didn't expect that this good brother would stop him from getting scolded.

Seeing him like this, Mian Niang actually couldn't sympathize with him for a while, and could only try to hold in a smile so that the other party wouldn't feel too embarrassed.

Seeing Bao Sheng's strange expression, the Master Zhang turned his head and noticed her. He immediately replied with a nose and eyes, "You're here and you're not saying a thing. Are you just watching?"

Mian Niang shook his head and explained: "It's not that I'm silent, I just don't dare to say anything, afraid that I might disturb you."

Master Zhang snorted from his nose, but immediately followed and ran out the door.

Mian Niang was still wondering, when she saw Master Zhang coughing against the door, his face flushed red.

Immediately, an intelligent disciple brought some water and Mian Niang also walked over. After looking at Master Zhang for a long time, he finally recovered and asked: "What happened to you, why are you coughing so badly?"

Master Zhang drank a mouthful of water and suppressed his anger. After a while, his face recovered and waved his hand: "Nothing much. I had caught a cold a few days ago and have been in bed for a few days now.

"That's not the case. You've been coughing since the beginning of winter this year. The doctors said that your throat was damaged by the smoke from the kitchen. However, you yourself didn't care. A cold is serious."

His disciple did not dare to blame him for not cherishing her, nor did she dare to persuade him otherwise. She could only remind him with the truth.

Master Zhang didn't really care: "All day long, I've been smoking and burning. It's normal for me to cough twice. Even if the heavens are broken, the beginning of spring will be fine. "

Mian Niang thought back to the previous two encounters and confirmed that she didn't hear the Master Zhang coughing.

"That's what you said last year. It's just that you don't cough during the day and only lie in bed at night. It's not as bad as a cough."

This disciple should have followed him for a period of time. He looked a bit older, about twenty-seven to twenty-eight years old, and his speech was a bit bolder than the others. It seemed like Bao Sheng only dared to watch by the side, and didn't even dare to speak.

Worry was written all over his face.

Master Zhang was impatient to be scolded by his disciple, not to mention in front of a small female mother, he immediately waved his hand to chase his disciple away, then said to Mian Niang: "You are looking for Old Zhou, I will bring you there."

Mian Niang nodded, the Master Zhang turned around and instructed his disciple something. The disciple raised his head, and looked at Mian Niang with some surprise, before quickly saying "yes" and left the stove, and then turned back to call Mian Niang to follow the two of them. One in front and one behind, she lifted the curtain and went into the room.

The Master Zhang sent someone to get Steward Zhou and sat down at the table.

The door was not closed. He put down the curtain of the cotton door and sneaked into the room.

Mian Niang stood across from him, polite and reserved.

He waved his hand towards Mian Niang and had him sit down.

"Don't let me talk to you with my head held high. I'll roll my eyes."

Hearing his words, Mian Niang could only sit down.

Seeing that he extended his hand to grab the teapot, Mian Niang immediately stood up and poured him a cup of tea, and followed his orders to pour himself a cup.

After taking a sip, he felt the warmth and iron again, dispersing the coldness within his body.

Only then did he open his mouth and say, "Your throat is uncomfortable. Do you feel like you haven't coughed up any phlegm?"

He glanced at Mian Niang and nodded, "If I don't have phlegm, what am I coughing about?"

However, even after coughing for a long time, he only coughed dryly. Mian Niang touched his teacup and did not argue with him.

Mian Niang felt timid in front of this stubborn old man. She was really afraid of this old man's temper.

When Master Zhang saw her expression, he was so angry that he immediately blew his beard. "You're not my disciple, how can I scold you?"

I'm not scolding, but you're not being polite either.

Mian Niang weakly resolved it in her heart.

Fortunately, the Steward Zhou soon came over.

In one hand he held the account book, in the other he held the money.

Opening the curtain to see Mian Niang's new attire, she smiled and nodded: "This outfit is pretty good, you look like a spirited young man."

He sat down beside Master Zhang and smiled at Mian Niang.

Mian Niang was rarely praised like that, causing her face to immediately flush a little, but because she had been tanned recently, she could not be seen at all.

He poured tea for Steward Zhou and brought it to her.

"My mother made it for me. Hat and shoes are all the same."

She was like a child, flaunting her mother's kindness to her.

Steward Zhou did not understand, but he nodded his head and smiled, and said: "Youngsters should wear the same mental fortitude, not to mention that you are doing this livelihood, it looks so clean and clean at a glance, that others feel that you can eat your things without worry."

Although his hands were wounded from the cold, his ten nails were manicured cleanly, and there was not a single stain on his clothes.

It's just that there's some dirt on the shoes.

He was still a girl after all. Compared to men, he really loved to be clean.

Steward Zhou and Master Zhang looked at each other and secretly nodded their heads.

The Master Zhang said unhappily: "Is that enough? It's still a lot worse! "

Mian Niang looked at him, "Please speak."

Master Zhang shook his head and refused to speak.

Mian Niang was a little anxious, and immediately threw all those fears to the side. She just wanted to know where else she had done wrong, and seeing that the Master Zhang did not speak, he immediately asked: "I'm still young, and have little experience, so I don't know everything. I know this in my heart, and I'm not afraid of all of you making fun of me.

Mian Niang had delicate facial features, her eyes were bright and clear, no matter what she said, it would always make people feel that she was sincere.

Seeing her like this, the Steward Zhou laughed and said to the Master Zhang: "Don't hang yourself, look at how scared this child is."

Master Zhang glared at him, as if he was unsatisfied with his interruption.

He pointed to the white hat on his head and said to Mian Niang: "Make an apron by yourself, and make a hat. You don't have to make a hat with this color to cover your hair, and you shouldn't wear an apron all the time, it's just used for making tofu. "Clean, it is not just for show, but for the bottom of one's bones."

He had been busy in the kitchen all his life, frying and cooking only for this tiny bit of food in his mouth. Naturally, he cared a lot about this.

Mian Niang humbly accepted the teachings and hurriedly nodded: "Anything else?"

"No more." Master Zhang was silent again, but he instantly stood up and walked to the door in a hurry, letting out another dry cough.

Steward Zhou looked at him worriedly.

Mian Niang immediately refilled his teacup with water and brought it outside the door.

Master Zhang coughed a little less this time, but it took a long time before he managed to recover. When he sat down again, his face was red from choking, and there was even water in his eyes, making him cough loudly.

No one dared to laugh at him.

Steward Zhou worriedly asked: "The doctor said to let you eat the loquat ointment, did you eat it?"

When the Master Zhang heard this, his expression froze for a moment, before saying, "I ate it."

He impatiently waved his hand and said, "That thing really doesn't taste good. I haven't been sick for so many years, so I'll be fine after surviving this winter."

Steward Zhou was skeptical: "Don't be so reluctant to part with those two money, and don't underestimate this cough. Sooner or later, your heart and lungs will be coughed out, and you'll know when the time comes."

Master Zhang pulled him down to a sitting position, as if he was extremely unwilling to hear his nagging.

Then, he turned to Mian Niang and said: "Did you remember what I said just now?"