Chapter 77
On the table, there are five dishes, scrambled eggs with fungus, cold cucumber, fried large yellow croaker, a tofu minced meat soup, and a stewed pig's trotter.

It's so good to see, just looking at it makes my appetite greatly increase.

Tang Nineteen ate three bowls of rice, and all the dishes were collected into the Five Zang Temple, and she burped when she was full.

Bitao looked at her with a smile, her eyes revealing maternal compassion and care.

Tang Nineteen felt chills while watching it. Has she always looked at herself like this these days?

"Miss, are you still hungry? Would you like a servant to finish the sweet soup for you?"

"If you can't eat any more, you can take a rest, don't be busy."

The little girl shook her head: "The slave is not tired, the slave waits for the lady to wash and then go to rest."

After she was blind, she also had to rely on Bitao for the most basic self-care. She sometimes became irritable and lost her temper because she couldn't see it.

Tang Nineteen suddenly couldn't bear to bully Bitao anymore.

"Bitao...actually my eyes..."

"Princess, are you asleep yet?"

Suddenly, a soft voice came from the door, interrupting Tang Nineteen's words.

Tang Nineteen followed the prestige, and it was Yu Meng, who had been in the limelight recently.

Yu Meng is different from Yu Hui. Even if she is favored, she will not come to show off and find fault. She will come over once every three or five days, say hello, and then go back.

When Tang Nineteen was blind, she came here more often and looked very respectful to her.

Bitao always looked down on Yu Meng, and snorted coldly: "It's really annoying."

"Okay, just pack your things."

"No, the slave must watch, lest she take the opportunity to disadvantage you."

"She doesn't dare."

While speaking, Yu Meng had already come in with Yiren.

Today, she is wearing a long pink ice silk dress, a light pink tulle blouse, and a chic snake bun. She wears Fendai thinly, with delicate features, and there is no Yu Hui. Tacky, she is a woman who knows how to dress herself.

"Princess, have you just had dinner?"

"Well, sit down, Bitao, and watch the tea."

Bitao was reluctant to clean up the table and go down, walked to Yu Meng's side, and gave Yu Meng a hateful look, but Yu Meng was nothing, and Yiren gave him a reciprocal look.

The eyesight between the two maids fell into Yu Meng's eyes, and of course Tang Nineteen's eyes.

Yu Meng didn't mean to blame Yiren, and didn't care about Bi Tao, she smiled sweetly to herself: "Princess, the eighth day is your birthday, the servants used to know a few good opera troupes, some who sing opera, and some who sing books. Yes, there is another one who sings a burlesque show, the servant thought to invite a troupe on the eighth day of the first lunar month, the prince agreed, saying that your birthday is going to be lively, and the servant came to ask, what do you like to listen to."

This is the art of speaking.

If it was Yu Hui, even if she was kind enough to arrange her birthday today, the main point must be to get her "I'll beg the prince if you can have a birthday, so be grateful and contented."

As for Yu Meng, in this passage, the person who received the favor and attention of the prince became Tang Nineteen.

Should she be grateful?Hehe, Yu Meng is really attentive, and so far she hasn't seen any bad intentions towards her.

However, just looking at Bi Tao just now, Yu Meng turned a blind eye, I am afraid that even if the little beauty is still respectful to her, she is definitely dissatisfied with Bi Tao.

Playing the dog to see the owner, she dared to be dissatisfied with Bitao, and her respect for Tang Nineteen was somewhat sincere.

(End of this chapter)

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