Red catch quickly gets teased

"Chen Rui."

Chen Dashu called out while pruning the branches and leaves.

"Uncle, I'm here."

Hong Qingrui replied with a smile.

Chen Dashu squinted his eyes and looked at Hong Qingrui. Although his appearance was a bit ordinary, his eyes were good. Although his body looked thin, he was actually very powerful. He thought of his little granddaughter who was serving by the second young master... ..

"How old are you?"

"Three out of twenty."

"How many people are in the family?"

"There are four people in total."

Hong Qingrui put the pruned branches and leaves of Chen Dashu in the dustpan aside.

Chen Dashu smiled slightly, "Are you married?"

Hong Qingrui paused her hands and raised her head with a smile on her face, "It was done last year, and the child is over one year old."

Chen Dashu was taken aback, "It was only made last year, and the child is more than one year old?"

This man can't be a happy father, can he?

Hong Qingrui didn't bother to count, and when he was asked now, he realized what he said wrong. He blushed in a rare way, and seeing Chen Dashu staring at him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and lie: "My husband is a child. Yanglang."

"So that's how it is, that's how it is," Chen Dashu smiled like a chrysanthemum, young people are inevitably impulsive in some places.

"By the way, uncle, I heard that the young masters are going to separate?"

Hong Qingrui approached Chen Dashu and asked softly.

Chen Dashu raised his brows, stretched out his muddy hand and poked Hong Qingrui's forehead, "Is it something our servants can inquire about about the Master's family?"

"Yes, I overstepped."

Hong Qingrui was afraid that Chen Dashu would poke her "face" crookedly, so she hurriedly took a step back as if begging for mercy.

"But it's not surprising."

Chen Dashu sighed, sat down on the small stool, and signaled Hong Qingrui to continue working, and he rested first.

"What are you talking about?"

"Although there are only three young masters in our fifth room, these three young masters are no worse than those in the capital. Now the business of the main family is getting worse. In order to return to the capital, the Chen family's children want to do something big. Son!"

"For this reason, the three young masters also have their own ideas. The eldest young master wants to be a tea merchant, the second young master wants to open a restaurant, the third young master wants to start a jade business, and the master has always insisted on the silk business."

Hong Qingrui nodded, and Chen Dashu continued, "When the master was alive, he could still keep them safe. Now... the separation of the family is a matter of time."

Hong Qingrui lowered her eyes, playing with the evergreen tree that Chen Dashu had pruned.

"What's the temperament of the three young masters? I've just entered the mansion, so I'd better be careful."

"Although the eldest young master is arrogant, he values ​​feelings; the second young master, don't look at him spending all day in the gentle village, he is the most shrewd of the three brothers, and the third young master is a little weaker, but he is filial. Generally speaking, these little masters don’t beat and abuse servants, don’t be afraid.”

Hong Qingrui breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great, Uncle, let's fix it, let's go to the yard next door."

Chen Dashu wanted to nod, but when he saw clearly what the yard next to him was, he hurriedly stopped Hong Qingrui who was thinking about going there with something.

"Let's not go to this yard, not only today, but also in the future. Don't ask anything. This is the rule set by the master."

It was a small yard, and only the branches of a big willow tree could be seen from the outside.

"Little one knows."

Hong Qingrui obeyed, but remembered the location of the yard in her heart.

"Brother Hong! Do you know who I met in the kitchen?"

As soon as Hong Qingrui returned to the house, Zhao Fangjun ran in with an excited face.

"Uncle Sun?"

"Tsk, the boss can't cook, it's not him."

Zhao Fangjun shook his head.

Seeing this, Hong Qingrui felt ominous in his heart, "Are you from the Yamen?"

"No."

Come on.

Hong Qingrui knew who it was, so he didn't ask Zhao Fangjun again, but went directly to the kitchen.

As soon as Landoumi made a plate of braised tofu and asked the boy to take it away, another strange boy came and stood in front of her.

"What kind of food do you want?"

Hong Qingrui looked at the little brother in front of him, took a deep breath, and said, "Stir fry the beans!"

"babble?!"

The familiar voice made Lan Doumi immediately recognize the servant in front of him.

He laughed a few times, winked at Hong Qingrui, and raised his voice, "How can beans be stir-fried! Beans are good beans! Good beans cannot be stir-fried!"

The chef at the side couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "It doesn't matter if the beans are good or not, since the master wants to eat stir-fried ones, let's stir-fry them."

Lan Doumi laughed dryly again, seeing that there was no work, she dragged Hong Qingrui to the backyard of the kitchen. Several cooks lived in the backyard, and there was a vegetable field in the middle.

"Brother Hong, don't scold me first, I didn't come here by myself."

Once there, Lan Doumi surrendered cowardly.

"what happened?"

Hong Qingrui's complexion was already bad, but now it was even darker.

Lan Doumi swallowed, and told the whole story in a low voice.

"This morning, as soon as I opened the door for business, I saw a man standing in front of the shop leading a horse. As soon as he saw me, he said that Chen Decai had sent him, said that Chen Decai liked my cooking, and asked me if I would like to come to Chen's house. Be a cook..."

"That's why you're here?"

Hong Qingrui's complexion improved a little.

Seeing this, Lan Doumi hurriedly added oil and vinegar, "If you don't come, you can't do it. You didn't see it. That man's face is blackened into the bottom of the pot. If I don't come, I'm afraid I will be torn apart..."

In fact, the man's face was already dark.

Not wanting to say that, Hong Qingrui's face darkened again, "How do they know where you are?"

Speaking of this, Lan Doumi was a little embarrassed, "The last time I entered Zhuangzi, the manager asked me, and I just casually mentioned that I opened a shop in the county town, I don't think they would come here one by one .”

At that time, he wanted to enter Zhuangzi wholeheartedly, and opening a shop was also a way to increase his goodwill!

"Xiaolan! The third young master wants a plate of braised tofu!"

Seeing that Landoumi hadn't come back, the chef shouted loudly.

I don't know what's going on, but the third young master loves to eat the dishes made by this little brother. Could it be that he has ideas for the little brother?

"Come here! I'm tearing green onions!"

Landoumi glanced at the green shallots in the field, and replied eagerly.

"Brother Hong, don't worry, it's not like you don't know my strength, and nothing will happen. Besides, I still have that kind of ability! Maybe I can help you."

At the end, Lan Doumi winked at Hong Qingrui.

"Have you met Chen Decai?"

"I've seen it. He didn't lie. He really likes my cooking."

Blue Bean Rice affirmed.

Hong Qingrui finally regained his composure, and walked out of the yard with Lan Doumi one after the other.

After he stepped out of the kitchen, Hong Qingrui stopped suddenly.

Member Chen is still attending the funeral, why do the three young masters have such a good appetite?

Thinking of this, Hong Qingrui hurried back to the house.

Zhao Fangjun had just come back from the shower, and he was lying on the bed humming a little opera.

"Old Zhao, let me ask you, did Chen Decai use up his food all day?"

When Zhao Fangjun heard this, he got up quickly, "You didn't mention this, I really forgot, for Mr. Chen's funeral, only the third young master asked the young man to come to the kitchen to pick up the food, and even specially called the little shopkeeper to come over. The other two young masters drank some hot porridge."

Hong Qingrui closed the window, "Have you revealed your identity to Douzi?"

"Douzi? Oh, oh." Zhao Fangjun rolled his eyes and immediately realized, "No, I know how to measure. Before the little shopkeeper came, the cooks in the kitchen were worried, saying that the third young master asked them to keep the beans. A pot came out, and it was said to be for the new cook, no, when the new cook came, I also watched the fun and joined in, I don’t want to be the little shopkeeper.”

Hong Qingrui was silent for a moment.

"You should pay more attention to the kitchen, especially the changes in Chen Decai's food and taste."

Zhao Fangjun straightened his face, "You mean?"

"It's almost the same, I'm going out tonight, if there is any situation, you should send a secret call immediately."

"Be careful!"

"I know."

In the middle of the night, an ungraspable figure rushed out from the Chen Mansion and headed straight for the forest to the east.

"Uncle Sun?"

"Here it is."

Hong Qingrui followed the sound and came to the back of a large rock, where she saw Butou Sun and Luo Zhong sitting there drinking some wine and eating some meat.

"I found a suspicious courtyard in the Chen Mansion. I wanted to check it out tonight, but I didn't expect that there were dark men outside the courtyard."

Sun Butou put down the cup in his hand, "Don't worry about this matter, Luo Zhong and I will go, you and Xiao Zhao stay put, so as not to be exposed."

"Yes."

After Hong Qingrui left, Zhao Fangjun didn't fall asleep.

Boom boom boom!

"Get up! Check the ward!"

Zhao Fangjun got up abruptly, looked towards the door, "Chen San'er?"

Although Zhao Fangjun is stingy, he has a good mouth and can easily make friends. No, Chen San'er is a small manager he has handed over in the past two days.

"Get up quickly, something happened at the house."

Chen San'er is also a righteous person, after hearing Zhao Fangjun's doubts, he also gave a little love, said something in a low voice, and went to knock on the next room.

Zhao Fangjun yelled that it was not good, and when he was wondering what to do, there was a soft knock from the window, and he hurried over to open the window.

Hong Qingrui jumped in.

"Brother Hong, where's your night clothes?"

Zhao Fangjun looked at Hong Qingrui, who was dressed in a servant's uniform, puzzled.

"It's hidden, let's go, let's get out quickly, so as not to arouse suspicion."

"it is good!"

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