"ah!"
Ye Tilan screamed.
Several other female relatives in the room were also surprised.
Ye Tilan took a few steps back. The skirt of her skirt was soaked by the tea, and a large piece of dark brown color spread out, and there were still a few tea leaves on it.
Qing Lingyi said firmly: "Miss Ye, you have messed up your appearance. It is really inconvenient for you to see my husband. Go back and clean up first."
"You..." Ye Tilan's eyes widened.
Qing Lingyi put down the cup, and Mrs. Xue said cooperatively: "Send off the guests!"
Aunt Qi understood and stepped forward to hold Ye Tilan up. She could not tolerate her resistance and drove her out neatly.
Qing Lingyi took a deep breath, lowered her head and stood in front of the bed: "My daughter-in-law did something wrong, please punish her mother."
Mrs. Xue felt strange: "This tea is not worth much money. If you spill it, just spill it. What should I punish you for?"
"One more thing," Qing Lingyi said, thinking of being lenient in confessing, "I was disrespectful to Aunt Zhao today in Cuiyu Courtyard."
"Oh?" Mrs. Xue looked expectant.
Qing Lingyi said everything in detail.
The more Mrs. Xue listened, the more approving her eyes became: "Okay, okay, very good."
Qing Lingyi couldn't understand it.
The Suidu family is very particular about respect and etiquette. Some of her friends got married earlier than she did. Life after marriage was very difficult and they were often punished.
She thought she would definitely be blamed for doing these two extraordinary things today.
Unexpectedly, nothing happened, and it seemed that I was praised.
"Then..." Qing Lingyi said tentatively, "Should I go back first?"
Mrs. Xue agreed: "Go ahead."
Qing Lingyi breathed a sigh of relief, saluted, and went out again.
Looking at her back, Old Mrs. Blessings have finally come.”
Mrs. Shen sighed and said, "Mother, I'm afraid that Ling Yi will show off her talents, and that person from Cuiyu Courtyard will try every means to harm her."
Old Mrs. Xue coughed lightly: "With Zhao Wanrong's little tricks, who can be harmed!"
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Ye Tilan was kicked out of Jingchenxuan and returned to Cuiyuyuan in embarrassment.
Aunt Zhao was still scolding her servants. She took all the anger she had received from Qing Lingyi on those below her.
Seeing that Ye Tilan's skirt was dirty, Aunt Zhao frowned: "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Tilan angrily told Qing Lingyi about spilling tea on her.
Aunt Zhao was even more furious, and her whole face was distorted with anger: "On the first day after we got married, you dare to be so pretentious, touch my people, and talk back to me! How audacious, who does she think she is!"
Ye Tilan felt extremely wronged: "Auntie, you have to make the decision for me!"
"She is the general's wife, how can I..."
Aunt Zhao was about to say what she could do because of her embarrassing status, but suddenly she thought that she might not be able to do anything, but there were other people in the house.
For example, those few.
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On the way back, Qing Lingyi told Biwei: "Go to the kitchen and get more sugar and plums."
"Ma'am, do you want to make preserves?"
"Yes."
Biwei suddenly felt hopeful.
Qing Lingyi is extremely talented in cooking. Biwei has tasted it a few times in the past, and it was delicious, delicious, and incomparable to the so-called top teahouses and restaurants in Suidu.
It's just that Qing Lingyi doesn't like cooking very much. He is lazy all day long and rarely enters the kitchen once a year.
This time she actually offered to make preserves. How could we not look forward to this!
Bi Wei left happily, and Qing Lingyi returned to Yanshan Residence leisurely alone.
Wu Liang is not here and I don’t know where he went.
She took a look inside the house first.
Cheng Yang was still lying on the bed, sleeping in the same position as last night.
She tucked up her sleeves and went out.
There was a small kitchen in Yanshan Residence, but Qing Lingyi thought it was too small and stuffy, so she had the stove and pots moved out and placed on the porch, and a small bench was brought in.
Biwei quickly came back with a small basket of plums and said, "Madam, they have all been washed."
Qing Lingyi took it and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
She first cut the plums with a knife and picked out the core, then boiled water in a pot and poured in the pulp.
When the plums turn from green to yellow, take them out and run them through clean water.
Wash the pot, add sugar and water, then pour the plum pulp into the sugar solution and stir it back and forth to cook.
At this time, the fragrance of plums, accompanied by the sweetness of sugar liquid, filled the courtyard.
Not only Biwei, but also other people in the yard looked sideways frequently. Someone passed by the door and heard it, and they all looked in a few more times.
When it was almost done, Qing Lingyi turned off the fire.
Suddenly, there was a sudden rustling sound from the banana bushes beside the wall of the corridor.
Qing Lingyi turned around and saw that the banana leaf swayed left and right again.
She didn't dare to look down upon him, stood up and gave Bi Wei a wink.
Biwei understood and called the two boys next to him, motioning them to move closer to the banana bush, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"rustle!"
The banana bush shook twice more.
Qing Lingyi seized the opportunity and ordered: "Go up!"
The two boys stepped forward quickly and opened the banana leaves, one on the left and the other on the right. When they saw what was inside, they both looked embarrassed.
Qing Lingyi felt strange: "Who is inside?"
Before the boy could reply, a little girl's voice rang out in the banana bush: "It's me, Cheng Anle. Everyone calls me Xiao Anle."
The sound is young and sweet.
Qing Lingyi stepped forward.
Beside the terrazzo wall, banana leaves grow green and wide. In the gap between the roots, a small figure squats, white and round, with a small face dripping with sweat, and both cheeks glowing with a healthy and beautiful pink color.
It was said that the surname was Cheng, and the two boys reacted like that.
Qing Lingyi thought that this was the rumored three-year-old daughter of Cheng Yang.
Cheng Anle raised his face, his peach blossom eyes were big and bright, very bright and cute.
Qing Lingyi liked her a little and greeted her with a smile: "Hello, little Anle."
Cheng Anle shrank back warily: "Hello."
Qing Lingyi asked: "What are you doing here?"
Cheng Anle answered honestly: "Smell——"
Qing Lingyi understood: "I was making something to eat, you smelled it, right?"
Cheng Anle nodded his head.
Qing Lingyi smiled and stretched out his hand: "Here, I'll make something delicious for you."
delicious!
Cheng Anle's eyes suddenly brightened, but he still hesitated: "Really?"
"Really," Qing Lingyi nodded, "I lied to you that I was a puppy."
Only then did Cheng Anle believe it and gently grabbed her finger.
Qing Lingyi led Cheng Anle back to the corridor and said, "Wait for me here."
Cheng Anle nodded: "Okay~"
Qing Lingyi brought the pot filled with plums and sugar liquid into the kitchen, waiting for it to be marinated, and then picked out a few ingredients and took them out.
Cheng Anle sat on a small stool, holding his chin in his hands, looking at her curiously, and asked in a sweet voice, "What do you want to eat?"
"Guess." Qing Lingyi pretended.
Cheng Anle kept guessing and couldn't figure it out, and was a little discouraged.
But she was very smart, and she put on a negotiation posture and said, "You tell me what to eat, and I will tell you a secret. Is that okay?"
