The old lady is reborn

Ding Jing and other guards in the East Palace often had no orders for meals. They could only eat a few bites when they were not on duty or during breaks between shifts.

The people in the kitchen of the East Palace soon discovered that the guards loved hot dumplings, especially the steamed dumplings, which were wrapped in oil paper and kept in the arms in winter and held in the hands in summer. They could be eaten at any time and thrown away at any time, which was very convenient.

The chefs of the Eastern Palace originally came from the Imperial Kitchen. The head chef mainly provides meals for the Crown Prince and others. The second chef and the pastry chef, also known as the pastry chef, cook for the Crown Prince when he needs it, but on weekdays they provide meals for the guards and other people of the Eastern Palace.

The steamed dumplings made by the imperial kitchen staff are especially delicious. Although the work of the guards of the Eastern Palace is hard, the food is still good.

Later, as he gradually became familiar with Ding Jing and they became friends regardless of age difference, the pastry chef went to Ding Jing's home as a guest during his off-duty period. There, he met Ding Jing's sister, Ding Qing.

Seeing that the girl was good-looking and hardworking, he wanted to find a matchmaker for his son and asked the girl if she was married and whether she had any arrangements.

Ding Jing's parents felt sorry for their daughter. In the past, there were two elderly people in the family. One was conscious but paralyzed in bed, and the other was still able to walk but was completely confused. It was difficult for the mother and daughter to take care of them. The father, a carpenter, and the son, who was learning a trade outside, could not rely on either.

The daughter and mother took care of the two elders together until they passed away.

Now that our family conditions are better and our daughter is pretty, it's inevitable that we want to pick a better one.

After a few visits, someone came to propose marriage, but the marriage had not yet been discussed.

The pastry chef was overjoyed when he heard this, and sent a matchmaker to the house two days later.

Ding Jing had seen the son of this pastry chef, and he said that he had a good appearance and a good personality. The pastry chef was also a perceptive person. Two days later, he took his son to visit Ding Jing's home. Ding Qing served tea, and the two young people met each other.

Both of them were satisfied, so the two families exchanged engagement letters and the marriage was settled.

After the marriage between the two families was decided, the in-laws began to visit each other more frequently.

The two fathers-in-law also got along well. Sometimes the pastry chef would casually say that something was inconvenient at home, and Ding Jing's father would make something and send it over, such as wooden stairs, wooden cabinets, high and low stools, etc.

The pastry chef collected the things and kept sending all kinds of snacks he made, including xiaolongbao, both cold and hot, to the in-laws.

Seeing that the whole family loved it, Ding Qing wanted to try making it, too. He had no idea how to make those dim sum. So he tried making steamed buns. After repeated failures, he gradually became able to make them quite well.

Later, the pastry chef came to Ding Jing's house, ate the buns made by Ding Qing, and couldn't help but give some advice.

Ding Qing's father was a carpenter and a craftsman. He believed that skills should not be taught lightly. After his son chose another path and was successful in it, Ding Qing took in an apprentice. The apprentice formally worshipped him as his master.

Seeing the father-in-law teaching her how to make the buns and the fillings, he said hurriedly, "You don't need to teach her so much. Just make sure she can make it presentable."

The pastry chef understood what I meant and said with a smile, "It's okay. I know how to make many kinds of pastries. Why would I be afraid of this one bun? Besides, this will marry into my family in the future. What does it matter if it's passed down to my daughter-in-law or not?"

In this way, Ding Qing's skill in making buns was inherited from the royal pastry chef.

Ding Qing also didn't understand why she was suddenly kidnapped here when she was living a good life.

That morning, as usual, she got up to make breakfast for her family. Just as she walked to the kitchen, opened the lid of the water tank and scooped a bucket of water, before she could pour it into the pot, her mouth and nose were covered and she was dragged backwards.

She was knocked unconscious, and when she woke up she found her hands were tied, her mouth was gagged, and her eyes were covered.

She felt like she was in a carriage, swaying back and forth.

Ding Qing began to struggle and someone pulled off her blindfold. It took her a while to see clearly that there was a woman in front of her wearing a mask and dressed in black.

The woman in black lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and looked out, then turned around and glanced at Ding Qing.

After seeming to hesitate for a moment, the woman finally took off the mask on her face. After seeing the other person's face clearly, Ding Qing shrank back in fear.

The woman sneered: "Why, are you still scared by your own appearance?

We look exactly the same, maybe I should call you sister.

Let me ask you, how have you been these years? "

Ding Qing still had something stuffed in her mouth, so she couldn't speak. The woman put the blindfold on her again and said, "Maybe I won't have to save you.

Whether you can survive and what kind of fate you will have depends on your luck, just like when I was thrown out.

But at least I gave you a chance to live.

Your parents and your brother will definitely not survive."

Ding Qing was knocked unconscious again, and when he woke up he was tied up in a dim room with only a few candles and no windows. At the end of the room there was a staircase that led down from a hole in the roof, probably a basement or something like that.

Ding Qing suddenly heard someone groaning beside her. Looking around in the dim light, she was surprised to find that there were about seven or eight girls tied up here, and she might be the oldest one among them.

Someone seemed to be injured and couldn't help groaning in pain.

I don't know how long I have been locked up here. There is no sunrise or moonset. I am just in a dim room and my concept of time has become vague.

But there are often people bringing some people wearing masks here to pick people.

Many people seemed to like Ding Qing's appearance after seeing her, but when they heard her age and origin, they said with pity: "She has not been trained since she was a child, it's a pity for her appearance and figure. She can only be sold as an ordinary commodity, and the price is limited."

As girls were taken away one after another, Ding Qing realized that she was being put into a den of human traffickers.

After a while, the traffickers' actions slowed down significantly, and they rarely brought people to see the "goods". They said that the situation outside was very tense, and even if they ordered the "goods", they couldn't "ship" them.

So she and two other little girls were moved and hidden in another place.

It's still a basement, but now there's a steamed bun shop above it, and they are also ordered to work there, they're not kept there to eat for free.

At first Ding Qing thought this was an opportunity, an opportunity given by God, so she took the initiative to take on the work of kneading the dough and mixing the stuffing, hoping that the buns she made could provide some clues.

Sure enough, the business of the bun shop improved significantly, but these people were not satisfied.

Then Ding Qing's nightmare came. Some men started to come in and out of this bun shop. There were not only delicious buns here, but also a delicious woman.

Ding Qing collapsed. She was in a state of being unable to live or die, until the woman who kidnapped her appeared again.

After Ding Qing recognized her, he couldn't help asking, "You said we were twins, you said I was your sister, you said you saved me, then why did you let me suffer this... this?"

The woman sneered, "Is this considered torture? I have experienced all of what you have experienced.

This was the case when I was younger than you. I was treated as a plaything at an early age. I would dance for them first and then sleep with them after that. I was lucky if I didn't get beaten.

How old was I at that time? Why can I bear it but you can't? "

She had a piece of calendar paper in her hand and showed it to Ding Qing: "Remember this day.

"I'm here to tell you that your brother is dead, he died for you and your parents.

Today is his seventh day of death. If you can survive in the future, at least you will know when is his death anniversary.

Soon it will be your parents and then there will be a 'you'.

Do you know how much effort I put into saving you? I had to kill at least a woman who looked similar to you.

Of course, whether you want to live or die is your own business, but remember, I gave you a chance to live.

If you can't survive, it's because you don't have the ability."