Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 179 Auntie Zhang hates being pecked by an eagle (3)
Aunt Zhang's eyes were clouded with worry: "Why don't I want to have a son." But the Marquis didn't even come to her room, how could she give birth.

"That Aunt Ma is going to give birth in a few months." Mrs. Yu Shi didn't come to the Hou's mansion often, so she had a certain understanding of the affairs of the Hou's mansion.

"There are still four months!" Aunt Zhang lowered her eyelids, and the haze in her eyes became thicker: Murong An is dead, and Aunt Ma's son is the only boy in the Hou Mansion. Even if Aunt Ma is not righted, the child will be raised in By the old lady's side, becoming the first son...

"Lan'er, you have to work harder. Don't let Aunt Ma compare you to others." Aunt Zhang remained silent, Madam Yushi sighed secretly, and was about to say some words of persuasion when a flash of light suddenly flashed in her mind : "Lan'er, I have a secret method to give birth to a son, I wonder if you would like to take the risk..."

"Sister Mung Dou, did you come to Lanyuan for something?" A little maid asked from outside the door, and Mrs. Yu Shi immediately stopped talking.

"The old lady paid a monthly salary, and Aunt Zhang was recovering from her injuries, so the old lady asked me to bring her over..." The sweet voice was definitely mung bean.

Aunt Zhang gritted her teeth angrily, and the monthly salary was not delivered by the maids of Songshoutang, but by the maids of Yanyu Pavilion. It was really deceiving: "Mother, what is the secret method of giving birth to a son?" ?I must give birth to a son, so as not to be looked down upon by these power villains again!
In the small kitchen of Yanyu Pavilion, the cooks and maids who were cooking were invited outside. Murong Yu was busy in the kitchen alone, and the maids whispered: "What are you doing?"

"I do not know……"

"It smells delicious..."

"Miss!" Mung Dou walked into the kitchen with some fresh flower petals, and washed the petals in water according to Murong Yu's request: "My servant just went to Aunt Zhang's place, Madam Yushi is here..."

Murong Yu didn't take it seriously, and continued to be busy: "Aunt Zhang is seriously injured, and it's not surprising that Mrs. Yushi came to visit..." Aunt Zhang now is a beast with its sharp claws pulled out, full of strength, But she can't use it, she can't make big waves!
"My servant seems to be very cautious when I hear the conversation between the two of them." Mung Dou's eyes are solemn, and Mrs. Yushi and Aunt Zhang get together, and there is absolutely no good thing: "The servant is far away, and I didn't hear what they were talking clearly. Come to a sentence, the secret method of giving birth to a son..."

Murong Yu suddenly stopped his movements, his eyes were serious: "The secret method of giving birth to a son, are you sure you heard it right?"

"Absolutely not wrong." Mung Dou said with certainty: "At that time, the slaves were very close, and they heard it very clearly..."

Murong Yuxue narrowed her eyes slightly, could it be that Aunt Zhang, knowing that she has no hope of making a comeback, made up her mind to have an heir?Really smart.

The scent wafted away, Murong Yu regained consciousness in an instant, opened the stove cover, a burst of strong scent came over her face, the maids outside the kitchen sniffed deeply: it smells so good, what kind of cake is this, it must be delicious.

Mung Dou handed over a small basket containing pastries, and Murong Yu put the pastries in, the basket was too small to fit too many, and there were still some left in the stove.

Murong Yu put the lid on the basket and instructed: "Eat the remaining Yunpian Cake while it's still hot, it will lose its flavor when it gets cold."

"Miss Xie." Se'er carried the basket, Murong Yu walked out of the Misty Rain Pavilion holding Qin'er's hand, and the maids rushed up and snatched up the remaining cloud cakes.

"It tastes so good..." One person was intoxicated.

"It's better than the cooks in Zuiqing Building..." One person praised.

"Miss is really good at crafting..."

The weather turned colder, the days were much shorter, and the class time was postponed by an hour. Yesterday, Xie Qingxiang sent a special message, saying that Mrs. Shen missed the cloud cake made by Murong Yu, so Murong Yu got up early and rushed to Before class, I made Yunpian Cake and waited for Xie Qingxiang to come and get it.

It's winter, the weather is cold, the servants are hiding in the house to keep warm, the yard is empty, with gusts of cold wind blowing, Murong Yu tightened his clothes.

"Miss, there seems to be someone in the pavilion." The reason why Se'er noticed that person was because he seemed to have fallen asleep lying on the table in the pavilion. In this kind of weather, sleeping outside would definitely catch the wind and cold.

The person sleeping on the stone table in the gazebo was none other than Lu Haowen. Murong Yu walked over and called softly: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu..."

"En!" Lu Haowen moved his eyelashes, slowly opened his eyes, looking at Murong Yu's concerned eyes, Lu Haowen suddenly stood up, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired..."

Lu Haowen's eye circles were red, and his face was exhausted, which was obviously caused by fatigue: "If Mr. Lu is very tired, you can go to the guest room to rest. It is too cold here, and if you are blown by the wind, you will catch the cold!" Lu Haowen teaches very easily, and it is impossible to become tired In this way, is he still doing other things besides teaching?

Lu Haowen lowered his eyelids: "Thank you for your kindness, miss, I'm much better now, I can go to class..."

"Is Mr. Lu really okay? If you are too tired, we can take a day off!" Anyway, it doesn't matter if Murong Yu can't take this class, she has already learned the content written in the book.

Lu Haowen smiled softly: "It's really fine, I'm worrying the young miss."

"Ser, take Mr. Lu to wash your face." Lu Haowen's current appearance is obviously very tired, and he is not suitable for class at all. Since he insisted, Murong Yu no longer insisted, let him wash his face and wake up.

"Thank you, miss." Lu Haowen followed Se'er to wash his face, while Murong Yu took Qin'er to the gate. He made an appointment with Xie Qingxiang yesterday, asking him to come and pick up the pastry at this hour.

When he arrived at the door, Murong Yu looked around, but he couldn't see Xie Qingxiang's shadow. He looked at the sky, and it was almost time for the two of them to make an appointment...

"Yu'er, I'm sorry, I'm late." Suddenly, Xie Qingxiang appeared out of nowhere and strode into the Hou Mansion.

"Cousin Xiang is really punctual, the time has just arrived." Murong Yu handed over the small basket in his hand, bursts of aroma wafted through the small basket, whetted the appetite: "I made a serving for four or five people, Cousin Xiang, uncle, and aunt also try it." As for Xie Yunting, Xie Yunfu and others, they don't have much blood relationship with him, so naturally they don't have their share of this cake.

(End of this chapter)