Oh my god, I became the vicious stepmother of four villains

After hearing the interaction between Lu Ziren and Xia Yingying, Lu Haoran and Lu Haojie looked at each other. Even Song Ruyi wished she was buried in the mud so that she didn't hear such disgusting words in person.

Hearing this, Song Ruyi also felt happy for Xia Yingying.

This just shows that Lu Ziren and Xia Yingying really have each other in their hearts. Even if they have another child, it is only a matter of time. Song Ruyi no longer has to worry about Xia Yingying and Lu Ziren getting divorced, and she doesn't have to worry about Xia Yingying's happiness.

At this moment, Lu Yurou was in Xia Yingying's arms, constantly picking at the butterflies and bees embroidered on Xia Yingying's sleeves and having a lot of fun.

After a while, the noodles were served.

The noodles were blown by the wind from a distance, and the fragrant smell spread in the wind, making everyone sitting at the table swallow their saliva.

"Wow, it smells so good." Lu Haojie smacked his lips and couldn't help but praise.

Xia Yingying also nodded in agreement. The noodles were indeed very fragrant. There were truly many hidden talents in the mansion.

This is the noodles made by a real skilled person.

Xia Yingying pays attention to the method and seasoning when making noodles. The noodles in front of you are actually pulled by hand, and you can tell at a glance that her skills are very good. It can be said that you are lucky to be able to eat such a bowl of noodles.

"Yeah, just like what mom does." Lu Haojie said.

Mr. Li brought up the last bowl of noodles and naturally heard what Lu Haojie said.

Mother? The mother the child was referring to must be the general’s wife.

But I didn’t expect that the general’s wife could actually make noodles.

The noodles taste as good as his?

Mr. Li's competitive spirit was immediately aroused, but reason made him calm down. Even if he could compete with Xia Yingying in cooking skills, what would that matter?

"Haojie, you flatter me. The noodles I make are not as good as those made by the master chef. The flavor of my noodles is mainly brought out by seasonings, and this is the real strength. If he opens a shop in the future, it will definitely be packed with customers."

Xia Yingying moved the bowl of noodles in front of her and refuted Lu Haojie's words.

Lu Haojie wanted to say something, but after hearing what Xia Yingying said, he didn't want to say it anymore.

Whatever mother wants to say is fine. He is hungry now, and the noodles are indeed delicious. It is more important to eat the noodles to fill his stomach.

When Mr. Li was about to leave with the tray, he felt very proud when he heard Xia Yingying's humble words and praise for him.

At the beginning, Mr. Li really wanted to open a noodle shop.

But because of a series of accidents at home, this original wish was shelved.

The village suffered a disaster and his family was also scattered in the disaster. He joined the army just to have something to eat. Because he had the skill of making noodles, he was assigned to the kitchen as a cook. Also because of his skill of making noodles, he successfully steamed buns and made pasta in the kitchen.

However, due to the countless deaths in the war, he was also injured in a fight with an enemy undercover agent in a battle and had to retire.

After retiring from military service, he had some money in his pocket, but he didn't dare to open a shop.

He is old and does not have much confidence in his future, so he does not want to take risks. Another reason is that Lu Ziren is his immediate superior, and Lu Ziren likes to eat the noodles he makes. As long as he stays under Lu Ziren's command, he will always be a passionate soldier.

"The noodles are here, eat them quickly. The weather is cold now. If you wait a while, the noodles will clump together and the meat will get cold, which will make them taste bad. You should eat the noodles while they are hot, which is the best way to eat them. You will know the difference after you take a bite."

Xia Yingying didn't want Lu Haojie to worship her blindly.

The noodles made by Xia Yingying are almost all bought from the vegetable market. The noodles they make are naturally handmade, but they are definitely not as professional as those in the bowl now.

After hearing the voice, Lu Haojie immediately picked up a noodle with chopsticks and ate it. His eyes lit up. It was exactly as Xia Yingying said. The taste of this noodle was completely different from the ones Xia Yingying usually bought and cooked.

"Mom, it's delicious."

"Well, in the future, don't make comments on other people's work results casually. It will make others sad when they hear it. You are not a professional." Xia Yingying took the opportunity to say to Lu Haojie.

"Okay, Mom, I understand." Lu Haojie nodded, looking obedient and resigned.

Uncle Lin was serving Lu Ziren and the others.

Uncle Lin knew that Xia Yingying was a woman from the country, and was worried that Xia Yingying was greedy and vain, and that she married the general because of his wealth and status. But when he heard what Xia Yingying said to Lu Haojie, he realized that he was too narrow-minded.

Because everyone was very hungry, the noodles in the bowl were quickly eaten up. Xia Yingying finished the whole bowl of noodles for the first time because she was so hungry. Lu Ziren ate two bowls in a row.

After dinner, Uncle Lin sent someone to collect the dishes and chopsticks, and then brought over the little maid that Lu Ziren had asked him to buy for Xia Yingying.

"Madam, these little girls will stay by your side and take care of you from now on. If you have any instructions, you can ask them to do it. Here is the contract to buy them."

Uncle Lin led the four girls and took out four indentures from his sleeves and handed them to Xia Yingying.

When Xia Yingying saw the contract handed over by Mr. Lin, her brows were tightly furrowed.

Xia Yingying never thought that one day she would be able to live a life of driving slaves, but this was not what Xia Yingying wanted.

Xia Yingying has accepted the ideas of democracy and equality in modern times, and she still thinks the same way here.

Everyone lives in the same yard, there is no distinction between high and low, they just do different jobs, and work does not require you to sell your entire life to another person.

And another person has no right to decide the fate of another person.

When the heavy deed was placed nakedly in front of Xia Yingying, Xia Yingying realized what kind of world she was living in.

When Uncle Lin handed the indenture to Xia Yingying, he had been observing Xia Yingying's expression. Seeing that Xia Yingying's brows were getting more and more furrowed, Uncle Lin's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the new wife was not satisfied with the maid he bought?

But he bought only the best and most honest ones among the new brides at that time. The four girls looked honest and decent, and their looks were not outstanding. What was the lady dissatisfied with?

"If Madam doesn't like these maids, I will go to the market tomorrow and choose a few maids that Madam likes to serve her." Old Man Lin bowed and said to Xia Yingying.

"No, that's not necessary. These girls are very nice. They can stay by my side and serve me in the future." After hearing what Mr. Lin said, Xia Yingying came to her senses and immediately rejected Mr. Lin's suggestion.

Since she has come to this era, she must accept the rules of this era.

Xia Yingying cannot change this era.

All she can do is to be herself.

Since you can't change it, you have to accept it.

She had read some history books and knew that the fate of slaves was beyond their control and very tragic.

If the four girls were "returned" by their master, their fate might be very tragic. Xia Yingying did not want to become the murderer who persecuted others.

Just let these four girls stay with her. She is going to open a pastry shop anyway, and she is worried that there is no one to help in the pastry shop. Now these four girls are ready-made employees, and they can be trained and used. "Please vote"