Chapter 8
Seeing that Aunt Yue put a piece of pink and purple gauze material on the embroidery frame, Nanny Lan hurriedly put down the needle and thread in her hand and took it over with a smile and said, "If you want to talk about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, slaves are naturally willing to bow down to Auntie, but if you say When it comes to female red needlework, my aunt is not as proficient as my servant, so I'd better let this jasmine sachet come from my servant."

Seeing that Nanny Lan had snatched the embroidery frame, Aunt Yue smiled softly and did not speak.

……

Walking briskly all the way out of the small west courtyard, the red and green decorations of the Rongwang Mansion immediately came into view, but Nie Zhaoyang didn't take a second look, but went straight to the big kitchen of the Wangfu.

In her previous life, she was fascinated by these beautiful embellishments and offended Nie Ziqiong for no reason. A brand new dress was torn to pieces. After being reborn in this life, her goal is to let herself and Aunt Yue have face and dignity. To live on, as for these odds and ends, she no longer has the slightest interest.

Because in his previous life today, he blocked Nie Ziqiong's way out of curiosity about the hustle and bustle in the palace, so in this life, Nie Zhaoyang subconsciously paid extra attention, and arrived at the big kitchen smoothly along the way.

Standing at the courtyard gate of the big kitchen, Nie Zhaoyang paused slightly, remembering that he had too many sad memories of being bullied in the big kitchen in his previous life.

Nie Zhaoyang couldn't help but feel his nose ache when he remembered that he was the eldest lady of the palace but was bullied from time to time because he wanted to eat and drink, and was even ridiculed by servants.

But this life is different!

Nie Zhaoyang squeezed his fists, held his head high, and walked in neither humble nor overbearing.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard of the big kitchen, someone saw Nie Zhaoyang. The girl who was in charge of lighting the fire in the kitchen, Chun Equinox, was holding a bundle of firewood and yelling at Nie Zhaoyang, "We are a place where the kitchen is important! How can anyone Can you break in casually? Hurry up and get out!"

"Since when did the kitchen become a forbidden place?"

Hearing Chun Equinox's disdainful yelling at him, Nie Zhaoyang raised his eyebrows and his eyes sparkled.

Hearing Nie Zhaoyang's rhetorical question, Chun Equinox froze for a moment, feeling somewhat surprised.

Nie Zhaoyang has always been thin-skinned. When he came to the big kitchen a few times before, his face turned red with sarcasm from the servants, as if he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. Why is he so calm and calm today? Calm look?

In such a dazed effort, Nie Zhaoyang had already walked past Chunfen, and was about to walk into the busy and busy kitchen. Chunfen came back to his senses, dropped the firewood he was holding in his arms, and ran to Nie Zhaoyang, clasping his hands together, Stopped Nie Zhaoyang, and mocked in a bad tone, "When did it start? Isn't it because there are a few greedy mice in the mansion, who always come to steal things in the kitchen when people are not paying attention? Yesterday the kitchen was lost again. A bowl of bird's nest is prepared for the eldest lady, so now the kitchen steward, Madam Li, has sent a message saying that no one else is allowed to enter!"

"Am I an idler?"

Nie Zhaoyang stopped in his tracks, frowned and looked at the little girl Chun Equinox standing in front of him.

Seeing Nie Zhaoyang frowning and looking at him, such clear eyes made Chunfen inexplicably flustered, realizing that he was a little nervous in front of this lady whom everyone dared to bully, Chunfen hurriedly comforted himself not to panic, his lips After taking a sip, he replied harshly, "Except for the people in our kitchen, everyone else is just idlers!"

(End of this chapter)

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