Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

An Zhiyao groaned, and opened her heavy eyelids. There was a snow-white ceiling above her head, and pure white sheets and an unusually soft pillow mattress under her body.There are no layers of veils, no crystal clear bead curtains, no exquisite and luxurious furnishings, it is obvious that this is not her princess mansion.

He vaguely remembered that he had finished copying the last volume of the Sutra of Rebirth, and was about to stand up and burn it to the queen mother in the underworld, when her eyes went dark and she lost consciousness.She knew that her body, which had been severely damaged by the ups and downs in her childhood, might not be able to withstand the harsh life of filial piety, but she did not expect it to weaken so quickly.

What is this place?Too hospital?

An Zhiyao tried to prop up her upper body and looked around.This is a narrow room with very simple furnishings. There is a log wardrobe standing opposite the bed, a dresser is placed on the left side of the bed, and a window is on the right side. The scenery outside the window is blocked by a thin white gauze curtain. , a small round table stayed quietly in the corner, with a few books and a vase on it. There were a few roses in the vase, and the red petals were showing signs of withering.

For An Zhiyao who was used to living in majestic palaces, this room could be called simple, it definitely did not belong to the Princess Mansion, let alone any place in the Great Xia Palace.

Who brought himself here?what purpose?An Zhiyao frowned, and in the blink of an eye, she saw the blond hair hanging over her shoulders. She picked up a strand of blond hair and pulled it, and the pain really came from her scalp.She was startled and horrified, and before she had time to explore, she was interrupted by a middle-aged woman who broke in suddenly.

The visitor was 50 years old, wearing a fancy dress with a very high waistline, revealing a large part of her white breasts.However, what surprised An Zhiyao was not her indecent clothes, but her appearance.Her skin is very fair, with deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and light blue eyes, she is obviously a foreigner.

An Zhiyao's mind was in a mess, and he could only watch the Fanbang woman walk up to him.Of course, the other party's actions were too hasty, and there was no time for her to react.

"Dear Mary, are you better? Can you get up?" The visitor sat down on the edge of the bed, hugged An Zhiyao into his arms, and kissed her forehead.

The other party behaved intimately, uttering gibberish words, but I could clearly understand her meaning without any hesitation.This feeling was so weird that it made An Zhiyao's whole body stiff, and her heart was churning with turmoil.However, at the age of six, she was able to disguise herself and return to the capital smoothly from the murderous battlefield. An Zhiyao's intelligence was enough for her to make the most appropriate response.

She tried her best to relax her body, nodded slightly, only a moment of weirdness appeared on her face, and then she was as calm as water.

"Oh, that's great! Get up quickly, my dear, it's time for dinner!" Someone pulled her up and straightened her messy skirt.

It was only then that An Zhiyao realized that the style of the skirt she was wearing was exactly the same as that of the woman, but the color was more plain, and when she lowered her head, she could see her half-white breasts and a deep cleavage in the middle.She stared, sure that her breasts were never so magnificent before.Can such outrageous clothes really be worn to meet people?

Covering her half-exposed breasts with her hands, she began to hesitate as she was dragged forward by the woman.The furious woman seemed to realize something, and suddenly stopped, pulled a shawl from the hook behind the door, and wrapped it around her chilly neck.

"It's a bit cold today, you have to wear thicker clothes. This is the third time in a month, my dear, you can't get sick again." worry.

An Zhiyao nodded, and when she pulled the shawl tight, she looked at the woman calmly.It is certain that the woman not only has no malice towards her, but is very close to her, and her loving attitude is like treating her own daughter.

daughter?Mother?These two long-lost, warm words shook An Zhiyao's hard heart, and some vague images began to flash from the depths of her mind, followed by a sharp tingling pain.

In order to understand her situation, she endured the severe pain and followed the woman down the stairs.

Although the house has two floors, to An Zhiyao, it is really a very simple building, which shows that the life of this family should be very poor.An Zhiyao looked at the surrounding furnishings without any trace, while secretly evaluating.

Passing through the narrow living room, there were faint chatter and laughter, An Zhiyao immediately put aside the distracting thoughts in her mind, and concentrated on the next scene.

This is also an extremely simple and narrow restaurant. There are five people sitting around a long cheap log table, a thin middle-aged man and four young women.The man is sitting alone at the main seat, and the two older women are sitting on his right hand side, smiling, looking very virtuous and quiet; the younger two women are sitting on his left hand side, their heads are very close , were discussing something laughing and joking.

Seeing the arrival of the two, the group of people reacted differently.

"Mary, are you better?" The man sat on the chair, although he said concerned words in his mouth, but there was no enthusiasm in his tone, as if it was a routine.

"It's better, Dad." An Zhiyao's head was still hurting, and before she had time to think about how to deal with it, she uttered these words naturally.She immediately lowered her head to hide the horror in her eyes.

The middle-aged man nodded noncommittally, and the woman sitting next to him stood up and hugged An Zhiyao, sighing, "It's great to see you recover, Mary! You have been ill for four days! We are very worried!"

"It's just that your complexion still doesn't look very good. I'd better ask the doctor to take a look later." While talking, another woman pulled away the chair beside her and motioned for An Zhiyao to sit down.The two women on the opposite side only greeted An Zhiyao with a smile, and advised An Zhiyao not to read until midnight, so as not to catch a cold again.

An Zhiyao answered vaguely, and sat down on the chair stiffly. The woman who brought her downstairs sat down beside the man affectionately, and said happily, "It's time to eat, dear, let's pray."

When everyone heard the words, they closed their eyes together, clasped their hands in front of their foreheads, and murmured, "Thank you, God the Father, for giving me food and nourishment, and the merciful Lord God, praise Hallelujah..."

An Zhiyao followed suit, but did not close her eyes, but swept across everyone's faces one by one.These faces all have high noses, wide eyebrows, and deep eye sockets. They look almost identical, and it is impossible to tell who is who.But the amazing thing is that whenever a face came into view, An Zhiyao could immediately tell the identity of this person.

The man and the woman are a couple, and the four women are their daughters, the oldest named Jane, followed by Elizabeth, Catherine and Lydia.These names are awkward and difficult to pronounce, and she has never heard them in her life, but she just knows them, as if engraved in her mind.

This phenomenon is definitely not normal!The turbulent waves in An Zhiyao's heart swept and roared, making her almost suffocate, and the severe pain in her head became more intense each time.

Looking down at the snow-white skin on her arms, the blond hair hanging over her shoulders, and her towering chest, An Zhiyao took a deep breath, and finally asked the question that made her most uneasy: Who am I?Is it still the original An Zhiyao?

Realizing the source of the problem seemed to trigger a switch, and the memory belonging to this body began to become clear. After everyone finished praying, An Zhiyao had already figured out her situation and quickly put away the shock on her face.

She sat quietly for a while, took a few deep breaths in secret, then picked up the knife and fork in front of her as if nothing had happened, and cut the steak like Elizabeth beside her.

This body has just been seriously ill, its throat is still inflamed, and it hurts even when swallowing saliva.

No matter how strange, difficult, or incredible the current situation is, these are secondary and can be left to be considered slowly in the future. The most important thing is to let this body get better quickly and get rid of the torment of illness.

An Zhiyao had been seriously injured several times when she was young, which damaged her roots, so she naturally valued her health the most.At this moment, she had suppressed all her fears and doubts, and concentrated on eating.

The fat and juicy steak was cut open, revealing the bright red texture inside.An Zhiyao's face changed slightly, hesitantly thought: This seems to be undercooked, right?Can I eat it?

She looked around indiscriminately, and found that everyone's beef was undercooked, but they ate it with gusto. Searching for food memories in her mind was particularly vague, without any reference value.

After silently reading "Do as the Romans do" several times, she forked the beef and resolutely put it into her mouth to chew.The meat is very tender but has no taste, and it hurts the throat wall when swallowed.

An Zhiyao frowned, mustered up the courage to cut a second piece and tasted it, but it still didn't have the slightest taste.The chef at this restaurant obviously forgot to put seasonings in the cooking, and just roasted the meat for a few minutes before serving it.It is indeed difficult to find a decent chef for such a poor family, but it can't be perfunctory to such an extent!

An Zhiyao's frown became tighter and tighter, she barely swallowed the meat in her mouth, put the steak aside, and ate a mass of milky white solids piled up on the edge of the plate.Judging from the aroma, this is some kind of cooked vegetable that is quite soft and rotten, with a sticky taste and excellent flavor.However, apart from the glutinous taste, this dish still has no taste!

An Zhiyao didn't give up, and after eating a few mouthfuls, she finally decided that the cook still forgot to put in the seasoning!What's even more sad is that he seems to only be able to cook these two dishes. Everyone's plates are piled up with these two things, and they have no choice if they want to change the taste.

Thinking of the palace dinner in the Great Xia Dynasty, and the court food that couldn't fit on a ten-meter-long dining table, An Zhiyao's stomach began to squirm violently, and her hunger was even worse than before.Imagining that she was eating a rare delicacy from the Great Xia Dynasty, she put on a wooden face and finished the bland vegetable puree bite by bite.

A ball as big as an egg can't fill an empty stomach at all. However, the steak is greasy and will scratch the throat wall, and even has half-cooked blood, which is not suitable for people who are recovering from a serious illness.An Zhiyao held up the knife and fork in his hand, hesitated for a while and finally couldn't speak.

At this moment, Mrs. Roni, the only servant in the family, came in with a large plate. On the plate was a piece of green lettuce leaf, wrapped in a dark brown sausage-like thing.

Seeing this dish, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Mrs. Bennett, this is the haggis I asked my relatives to bring from Scotland. You should try it." Mrs. Roni put down the plate, looking forward to it.

"Oh, the most famous delicacy in Scotland! Absolutely not to be missed!" Before Mrs. Bennett could reply, Mr. Bennett had put down the knife, and while wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, he looked longingly at the black object on the plate.

Mrs. Roni smiled complacently, stretched out her hand and made a gesture of "please use it slowly" before retreating.Mr. Bennett couldn't wait to cut open the dark brown sausage with a knife, and shared a portion on everyone's plate.Everyone exclaimed enthusiastically after tasting it, but An Zhiyao stared at the smelly powder on the plate with a stiff expression, and secretly held her breath.

The so-called haggis is haggis wrapped in sheep intestines or stomach, which can be put on the table with only a little heating, without the treatment of removing fishy smell and smell, and the strong smell of sheep is smoky!For the Daxia people who have thousands of years of cooking history and never tire of fine food, this kind of food is undoubtedly terrible, seriously challenging the limits of their sense of taste and smell!

An Zhiyao let go of her breath, as if the stench of excrement entered her nostrils uncontrollably, she couldn't hold back anymore, got up hastily, lay down by the door and retched.

God!What kind of world did she come to?To be able to treat such filthy things as supreme delicacies! ?How should she live in the future?

An Zhiyao was deeply worried!

The author has something to say: Yes, the UK is the No. 1 in the dark cuisine world. I won’t talk about their national dish, French fries and fried fish. What about stargazing pie, haggis, eel jelly~~ please free...