Daguanyuan Food Research Bureau

Ask Mei about her daily diary.

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In the middle of Mao o'clock in the morning, Wenmei woke up just after dawn. Sheyue next to her had the turn of last night's vigil and rested on the outer bed, so her bed was empty, the quilts were neatly folded, and there was a lot of space. Wen Mei spread out the big characters, staring at Fang Liang in a daze.

At this time, Xiren had finished washing up and getting ready for the start of the day. The sweeping maid in Jiamu's courtyard was sweeping the floor, and the maid had already brought hot water over. Wenmei turned her head and heard Xiren's soft voice outside the window. After thanking a few wives, I was shocked and finally stood up.

Wenmei walked past Qingwen who was still sleeping soundly, and saw a half-embroidered sachet beside her pillow. Knowing that she stayed up all night doing needlework again, she couldn't help sighing, but didn't wake her up.

After deftly changing clothes and washing up, Wenmei went to wake up his eldest lady.

Her girl is the daughter-in-law of the second house of Rongguo Mansion. She is twelve this year and the third in the order of Ningrong Second House. She is the most beloved granddaughter in front of Jiamu.

The girl has a close relationship with the young ladies in the mansion, even with the maids. On weekdays when the ladies play together, the maids chat and gossip.After contact and chat, it is inevitable that some information will be leaked.

It wasn't until a maid said in shock, "Is your room different?" Wenmei realized that their room was a little different from other girls.

It's just that she couldn't tell what was different.

She asked Xiren, but Xiren had no choice but to say to her: "You just realized it? Specifically, I can't tell you, just keep it in your heart."

Wenmei subconsciously felt that, in fact, Xiren was not so much a matter of fact.

She was thinking in distress, she didn't even hear the girl calling her, but Musk Moon pulled her gently.

"Idiot, what are you thinking?" The girl asked her with a smile, she hadn't put on any makeup yet, her lips were red and her teeth were white in the morning light, and she turned to be passionate.

Wenmei blinked, subconsciously said: "Young lady has a really nice smile."

"You're just coaxing me with this," the girl seemed to be in a good mood today, so she didn't ask much, "Forget it, you bring me my second set of dowry."

When my daughter was burning glass cups, she ordered someone to burn a long-necked bottle, and gave it to Miss Xichun on her birthday. Miss Xichun liked it very much, and because they were all interested in making rouge with perfume, they often took various materials for research.The two reached an alliance, and made a good finished product, so the sisters gave one each, and sometimes they were taken out by their wives to dinners, and girls from other families would ask where they bought it from.

Wenmei only watched it once, and it was so complicated that she became sleepy after watching it for a while. She only remembered that a box of ointment was "extracted" with good rouge juice, washed out impurities, and "distilled" with floral dew.

There are many such things, and the prescriptions and formats are all different, so I divided up several sets of dowry and released them, and the girl used them according to her mood.

Wenmei hurriedly went to put up the dowry. When she came back, Musk Moon was grating the girl's head.

The girl didn't use thrush, she just picked up a little rouge cream with a thin hairpin, melted it with water, and rubbed a thin layer on her cheeks.

Musk Moon said helplessly from behind: "Girl, you are lazy again."

Wenmei felt that, in fact, if the girl didn't wipe it, it would be the same as if she wiped it, and it would even be whiter.

Girls often tell them that it's okay to wipe the face directly with pure natural rouge, but it's not good to wipe the face with lead powder.

Wen Mei realized at this time that her girl looked gentle and amiable, and she seemed to have never lost her temper in her memory. Compared with other girls, she was actually very weird inside, and she always had her own emotions in some strange places. persist in.

At this time, the attacker brought in the ironed clothes and helped the girl put them on. The morning battle had just begun.

Wenmei first followed the girl to pay her respects to Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang kept her breakfast, and then went to the boudoir school with Miss Tanchun.

Four years ago, the eldest girl found a new teacher for their girls. Originally, she only taught the girls. One day, several girls accompanied her to visit her, but they all listened fascinatedly outside the window. After that, Mother Jia asked I met Mr. Xie, talked for half a day, and invited her directly to the boudoir school to teach only four girls in Rongguo Mansion.

Wenmei, as the accompanying maid, has also listened to it many times. Mr. Xie Qing never reads books in class, and explains the profound things in a simple way, even the little maid who accompanied him can easily understand.

She admires Mr. Xie very much, she looks like a fairy, speaks softly, and has a gentle temper, even smiling at the little maid who is sweeping.

Wenmei thought about it, and thought, what girl doesn't admire Mr. Xie?

Proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and extremely talented in poetry and calligraphy, these girls all have their own hobbies and specialties, but they are all convinced by Mr. Xie Qing.

It stands to reason that the girl's personal teacher suddenly taught other girls, and the girl won't eat it, because the girl is the most lively, but facing so many girls, there are also girls Yun and Bao who come to class from time to time. Miss, Mr. Xie may favor other students.

Wenmei felt that Mr. Xie Qing should be the one who likes her daughter the most.

Although her girl's chess skills are not as good as Miss Yingchun's, Jibian is not as good as Miss Tanchun, she is not as dignified as Miss Bao, and she does not have the talent and learning of Miss Lin.

After thinking about it without any scruples in his heart, Wenmei became at a loss.

That's right, it seems that her girl really has nothing outstanding.

Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework are all incomprehensible, but tossing and eating gadgets are unique.The wife always criticizes the girl as "eccentric".

In the first one, Mr. Xie sat upright and said with a smile: "I read and commented on the poem you submitted yesterday. Daiyu is the leader."

Wenmei looked sideways at Zijuan with a proud face and said, "Of course my girl is the best", and sighed.

When will the girl make her proud? She is also looking forward to it. The other girls have won the first place, and those little maids are all overwhelmed by their boss.

However, the girl is not very talented in poetry and prose, so she still has a mysterious confidence in it.

Ms. Lin is the most talented one, and Mr. Xie couldn't help but praise her for her splendid work, and used it to motivate her.But her girl didn't feel bad, on the contrary, she was happier than Miss Lin, as if she was being praised.

Whenever Miss Daiyu won the first place in the poetry review, the girl was happier than eating any delicious food. If she was not the first one, the girl was more anxious than Zijuan, and she secretly went to ask Mr. Xie Is not wrong.

Wenmei sighed a little tired.The words the girl said at the beginning were fans, my girl should be Miss Lin's number one fan.

Mr. Xie Qing is a very good woman, but her husband died less than half a year after getting married. The other girls also sighed because of this, and felt that it was a pity that Mr. Xie was delayed because of this.

Only her daughter didn't think so. Miss Tanchun asked her why, but the girl didn't say anything.

After lunch, Wenmei finally got some free time, and her month's vacation was ushered in. She returned home empty-handed, and saw her mother sitting on the kang, making matchboxes, and talking to Mrs. Zhang in the yard next door.

"The Holy Majesty went to Tianjin Wei to inspect again. This time our boy came across the accompanying, and when he came back, he said he saw a big sea-going ship. Even there were many cannons, which were extremely majestic. What's even more surprising is that Warships eat wood and wind."

Mrs. Zhang spoke with great enthusiasm and described it like a dream, as if she saw the big ship in person.

Seeing Wenmei coming in, her mother beckoned her to sit down quickly.

Wenmei sat down on the edge of the kang, and picked up a matchbox to help.

Recently, it is very popular in Beijing to do this. There are people who specialize in the imperial court. The profit is not particularly high, but the threshold is extremely low, and it is very easy to do well. Therefore, many people from ordinary families take this job to supplement their household expenses.

She has seen the finished product at the girl's place. It is much simpler than the previous matches and fires. A small wooden stick will ignite when rubbed.

Wenmei Jingjing listened to her mother chatting with Mrs. Zhang, her hands kept moving, and she didn't go back until dinner time.

Just returning to the room, Wenmei happened to run into Xiren squatting on the side blowing the iron, saw her enter the room, and said with a smile: "Go back?"

Wen Mei nodded.

Xiren couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with Qingwen? She's been sleeping so late these days."

Ask Mei at a loss: "I don't know, maybe you are rushing to make something for the girl?"

Xiren couldn't help laughing when she heard that, yes, she asked who was wrong, but she just asked this big confusion.

Musk Moon was arranging the plates, and the little girl holding the food box was a new face. One of them was accidentally touched by Musk Moon, and the food box she was holding was knocked off. Hearing the sound of the dishes breaking inside, the house Everyone in the room was stunned.

"It's over." This was their unanimous thought.

A girl's voice came from inside the room: "What's wrong?"

The little maid who had dropped something fell to her knees, trembling there.

Xiren gritted his teeth and went into the back room. After a while, Wenmei saw the girl walking out with the box.

Wenmei couldn't help looking at her own girl, and found that when she saw the kneeling little maid, she didn't look angry at all, but she didn't smile, she just sighed expressionlessly.

"Get up."

"It's from the old lady. It's not good to disturb her just because of such a trivial matter. You are only fined for three months. Are you convinced?"

The little maid thanked her a lot and left. Wen Mei was about to order dinner, but was stopped by the girl.

"Since it's decided to be private, won't it hurt someone again if you go to ask for a meal?"

"Forget it, just use this one dish."

Wenmei thought about it, and went home, took her monthly report, and asked her mother to cook two of her favorite dishes for the girl.

Then he was hugged by the girl.

"Plum is the best for me!" She said with a smile.

Asking Mei to give her vegetables, she still couldn't help being curious: "Girl, why aren't you angry?" Obviously eating is what he cares most about.

Immediately, she heard the girl say.

"The angry dish can't come back either. And..."

Baoyu, who was dressed in a red begonia dress, bit her chopsticks and said casually,

"That little girl was transferred in because Mother Zhao asked the old lady's kindness before she left. The family is not very good. You look for opportunities to give her the monthly routine of those three months little by little. Remember when the time comes Find the attackers."

Wen Mei listened, her eyes twinkled.

She seems to understand that girls are different.