It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

    For Cao Yuer's question, Zhang's mother was full of doubts and didn't know how to answer. She lived a long time in the back house for a long time. Good at guessing the minds of the masters.

    It is certain that Miss Ye loves her master. Even if Miss Ye tries her best to hide it, her eyes full of love when she looks at her master will become real, she is absolutely It is impossible to misunderstand, presumably the master is well aware of Miss Ye's friendship, so he will entrust the young lady to the Ye family's care.

    Otherwise, with the limited friendship between the two families, I can't entrust the young lady to the Ye family. After all, the young lady's biological mother is still alive, and the master also has three or five friends who are irresistible. Miss, why did you entrust it to an old neighbor who didn't communicate much?

    What is going on with this Miss Ye now? Could it be that seeing the master's departure is a mortal situation, and that his love for the master has been extinguished?

    It's not right to think about it again, how can the love between men and women be so easily dissipated?

      The master has never responded to Miss Ye's intentions, but his master has gone to the family and country again. In Miss Ye's heart, shouldn't he always keep the master's place? Shouldn't all her feelings for the master be transferred to her own lady?

    Why is this Miss Ye's reaction not like an ordinary woman? Zhang's mother frowned, puzzled.

    "Miss, no matter what Ye Qingqing thinks, since she has promised to treat us as guests, she will not drive us out, so you can stay in this Ye family first. "

    As she waited on Cao Yuer to dress and wash, she explained to her in detail: "She treats us as guests, so let's treat ourselves as guests. Let her entertain us, and if you feel uncomfortable staying for a period of time, let's think of other ways and leave Ye's house to find your mother."

    "En." Cao Yuer nodded obediently with red eyes, agreeing with Ma's words.

    Although her face was calm, Cao Yuer was a little flustered, not as calm as she showed.

    The people of this era are all precocious, Cao Yuer is a bit smart, was born in a family of officials, and the family also invited the master to study when she was a child, and the Cao family was in great trouble again , With all these experiences and tempering, she is naturally much more mature than girls of the same age.

    In the past two years since she was convicted at home, she has been brought up by servants. Without the restraint of the mistress, the servants would say everything in front of her, so she is not completely ignorant of the relationship between men and women known.

    Moreover, in the nearly half a year since she returned to Jinmen, the most discussed gossip among the servants of the Cao family is that Ye Qingqing is infatuated with Cao Zixi, so Ye Qingqing loves Cao about her father Yu'er knew all about it, so when facing Ye Qingqing, she always had a bit of a secret superiority. Seeing Ye Qingqing flattering her in every possible way, Cao Yu'er was quite content.

    In Cao Yu'er's view, Ye Qingqing wants to enter Cao's house, she must first get her permission, Ye Qingqing should please her, so she is always in front of Ye Qingqing Not stingy with playing with her petty temper, seeing Ye Qingqing tolerate her petty temper in every possible way and trying to make herself happy, her heart is full of secret pleasures.

    Cao Yuer is very flustered at the moment. In the past, every time she met with Ye Qingqing, Ye Qingqing's attitude was very attentive, often with a bit of flattery, why did she treat her so coldly ?

    Last night, her father left him and decided to leave. According to Ye Qingqing's past behavior, she had to come to see her, and hug her and cry. She didn't show up all night, and she didn't come to greet him in the morning?

    Because she felt a little bit of loss and unwillingness in her heart, she was going to have nothing to do in the morning to make a fuss, thinking that it would be exchanged for Ye Qingqing's guilt-filled apology, how could she know that Ye Qingqing was this With this attitude, Cao Yuer was completely panicked.

    To find my mother? How can it be so easy!

    When my grandfather was convicted, my mother was taken back by my grandparents.

    Even if grandparents will always love their mother, what about uncles? What about aunts? What is their attitude towards mothers? Can you really accept this great-grandmother without any grudges?

    Take a step back, even if my uncle and aunt don't have much opinion on my mother, if I go to seek refuge, what will their attitude towards me be?

      Are you taking care of yourself? In the end, I am afraid that I will not use myself as a servant girl.

      Succession room.

    If I go to my mother's new family again, won't it become my mother's oil bottle? How would my mother's new husband treat me? What attitude will the children of the man's original spouse have towards him? Shouldn't I be bullied every day?

    Thinking of this, Cao Yuer shuddered, she would rather stay at Ye's house, at least Ye Qingqing planned to treat herself as a "guest".

    Since it is a guest, then try not to cause trouble to the host. Cao Yuer understands what Ye Qingqing means, she will be served by Zhang Ma, and she will not dare to cry anymore after holding back her tears.

    Mother Zhang waited for Cao Yuer to change clothes, helped her to sit on the edge of the bed, brought two white linen cloths three inches wide and eight feet long, and moved a stool Sit on the edge of the bed.

    She took Cao Yu'er's two feet in her arms, first took off the white cloth wrapped around her feet, then tied her five toes together, took the new cloth around Wrapped tightly again and again, Cao Yu'er was so in pain that she couldn't help tugging at the quilt and sucking in the cold air.

    Mother Zhang was not soft-handed, and the entanglement became tighter and tighter, Cao Yuer was so painful that tears fell, and she couldn't help choking and aloud: "Mother Zhang, last night, the entanglement became more and more tight. It's tight enough, let's loosen it up today."

    "Miss, be patient." Zhang Ma tried to wrap Cao Yu'er's feet while comforting her: "This foot binding is the rule left by the ancestors, this woman who does not bind feet , but you can't get married. The smaller your feet are bound, the more your future husband will like it. Not to mention a lady like you, even a peasant girl from a small family will also have their feet bound. Mom is for your own good. , you must hold back."

    Hearing Zhang's mother say this, Cao Yuer stopped begging for mercy, she suddenly remembered Ye Qingqing's stride walking, and she could not help biting her lips and asked, "Then why did Ye Qingqing not bind her feet?"

    "Huh! She?" Zhang Ma sneered: "Don't you all say that the businessman, peasant, businessman, this businessman is a cheap businessman, and the most unruly, then Ye Qingqing has only one daughter, Ye Qingqing. Counting on her to continue the lineage and support the family, she would take Ye Qingqing out to do business with the men every day, and it was difficult for her to walk with her feet bound, how could she go out every day?"

    "If I could go out every day, I would rather not bind my feet." Cao Yuer wiped her tears with her sleeve and complained.

    "Stupid! Can you get married without bound feet?" Zhang Ma put a small bow shoe on Cao Yu'er's tightly bound feet, and caught her other one Foot Binding: "Why don't you want Ye Qingqing? She hasn't found a husband in her twenties. No matter how rich the Ye family is, it's no use. Which man would like her big feet?"

     Ye Qingqing who "no one wants" is now among the men.

    An English gentleman with light blond hair and blue eyes was courting her: "Oh! Miss Ye, you are the most beautiful Chinese woman I have ever met. Before I met you, I I never knew that Chinese women can be so beautiful, you are so smart and beautiful, as lovely as the dewdrops on that rose."

    "Come on, Mr. Wilson." Wang Qingqing laughed at the foreign devil who was revolving around him like a pug, and the operator said to him in fluent English: "Why don't you tell me Sweet words, why don't you introduce Mr. Smith to me as soon as possible, if I can reach an agreement with Mr. Smith and sign a contract, as a reward, I can give you a 5% discount on your order at Dashengchang."

    "Ah, beautiful Miss Ye, you hurt me deeply." Wilson pressed his chest with an exaggerated expression of pain: "My admiration for you comes from my heart, It has nothing to do with business."

    I believe in you! Wang Qingqing smiled but said nothing.

    Seeing Wang Qingqing's appearance, Wilson played a very beautiful trick with the cane, then supported the cane with both hands and bent slightly to approach Wang Qingqing: "Tonight I can invite you to come with Mr. Smith Can I get 20% off my order for dinner at my place?"

    "No no no, Mr. Wilson, you must know that no businessman will do business without profit, 10% off, which is the lowest discount." Wang Qingqing smiled at him after finishing speaking: "Of course , the discount will not start until I have signed a contract with Mr. Smith."

    Wilson grieved: "Miss Ye, your stubbornness has deeply hurt me."

    "Mr. Wilson, you are the most gracious gentleman in the Empire where the sun never sets." Wang Qingqing winked at Wilson: "Why am I willing to hurt you? You must know that Dashengchang has never 10% off the item."

    "Okay, you persuaded me." Wilson picked up the top hat on his head and pressed it on his chest to bow to Wang Qingqing: "At eight o'clock tonight, 78 Victoria Avenue, British Concession, I Please have dinner."

    Wang Qingqing pinched her skirt and curtseyed extremely elegantly: "Thank you very much, Mr. Wilson, I will be there on time."

    Wilson laughed and said goodbye, and Mr. Ye asked his daughter in confusion: "Qingqing, we in Dashengchang have always only made raw silk, and foreigners have only imported silk fabrics. Our local fabrics are competitive, and the cotton mills run by the governor of Northern Zhili are going to go bankrupt due to the blow of foreign fabrics, so why do you want to use so many looms?"