Greetings, Ninth Uncle

"Grandma is inseparable from people here, thanks to my sister watching for me. These are some of my thoughts. When my sister brings a cup of hot tea, just let me ask for peace of mind, okay?"

The maid just half pushed and half accepted it. Therefore, the maids of Shou'antang like Cheng Yujin very much. The eldest girl can make people's eyes shine every day, and she is very generous. As long as they are sweet and diligent, they will be rewarded by Cheng Yujin every day.

In this way, the maids prefer to run errands for Cheng Yujin. If there is anything in Shou'antang, they are also scrambling to tell Cheng Yujin, just to get the first reward.

Cheng Yujin saw the maid's eyes shining brightly and put away the broken silver, and she smiled more softly. She now makes a lot of money every month. Yunyifang and Linlang Pavilion can bring her huge profits every month. She lives and eats in Yichūn Houfu. Recently, because of filial piety, she does not need to go out to socialize. In her eyes, these pieces of silver are not considered money.

However, such a small amount of money can make the maids around Mrs. Cheng like her more, and Cheng Yujin can do more with less effort when she wants to do anything. Happy with each other, why not do it.

Just like now, Cheng Yujin just had a face-to-face meeting, and she knew that Mrs. Cheng had just woken up and had a bad appetite. She didn't want to eat early in the morning, so she couldn't say she had a pleasant sleep last night. Cheng Yujin knew what to say in a while.

Cheng Yujin walked into the house, first unfastened her cloak and neck cover in the Baoxia, and put on soft-soled shoes for walking indoors, but then she walked to the west. Unlike other charcoal-fired houses in Hou's residence, Mrs. Cheng has a ground dragon here, which will start burning as soon as the fall. The warm and dry air circulates underground, even the floor is warm, it is very comfortable to step on it, and people walk in the house, just wear a single summer shirt.

Mrs. Cheng's house was as warm as chūn, and other people didn't have this comfort. In other courtyards, including Cheng Yujin's house, charcoal fires are used. Even if the best charcoal is used, there is no need to worry about the lack of charcoal fires. After all, it is not as large as Mrs. Cheng. At least Cheng Yujin didn't dare to wear single clothes in his own room.

She took off her heavy clothes and was instantly light. Cheng Yujin sighed sincerely that the old lady is really comfortable. When a woman was young, she served her elders at her parents' house, and after she got married, she served her mother-in-law. When she finally got over her qualifications, she had to worry about her children. The only time she could really enjoy in her life was when she was an old lady.

Like Mrs. Cheng, she doesn't care about everything, but the whole house is still in her hands. The two sons and daughters-in-law have to be careful to please her, and the young granddaughter and maid are always amusing in front of her every day, how comfortable. Cheng Yujin's goal is to become the future Mrs. Cheng.

However, all of this is based on the fact that Cheng Yuanxian and Cheng Yuanhan are the biological children of Mrs. Cheng, and Cheng Yuanxian is about to become the next heir to the Hou Mansion. If these two conditions are missing, Mrs. Cheng can't live so happily.

Therefore, the source of happiness in his later years is still that his own son wants to be in power. Cheng Yujin stepped on the warm floor of Shou'antang, married into a high class, achieved a class leap, and had a firmer idea of ​​living a comfortable old age.

Cheng Yujin walked to the innermost part, and sure enough, Mrs. Cheng was leaning on Luohan's bed, with a forehead guard around her forehead, decorated with an emerald the size of a broad bean. The light in the room was dim, and Old Madam Cheng was not slouching. She leaned on the soft pillow and was beaten by the maid.

Cheng Yujin walked in, saw the situation, and smiled naturally: "Grandma, good day."

Mrs. Cheng nodded indifferently, and when Cheng Yujin saw it, she walked quietly to Luohan Chuáng, took over the work from the maid, and leisurely poured a cup of hot tea for Mrs. Cheng: "Grandmother, listen to the maid say that you are today. Bad appetite? My granddaughter woke up late today, and I didn’t have time to eat when I went out. I was planning to come to my grandmother’s place to eat. Grandmother, could you be accommodating and let my granddaughter try your kitchen skills?”

Mrs. Cheng laughed when she was told. Everyone was happy to see the young and beautiful girl early in the morning. Mrs. Cheng's brows unwittingly stretched out, and she said, "Since you haven't eaten yet, let's cook it first."

Seeing Cheng Yujin's two words, the maids persuaded Mrs. Cheng to eat, and they couldn't help but cast their eyes of gratitude and admiration. They had persuaded them for a long time just now, and their lips were almost worn out, but Mrs. Cheng's response was indifferent, and she even became impatient to listen later. As soon as the big girl came, it took only two sentences to speak.

Sure enough, the big girl still has a way.

No one dared to deduct Mrs. Cheng. Mrs. Cheng's breakfast was already prepared and kept warm in the small kitchen. When Mrs. Cheng finally passed the meal, the maid hurriedly brought it over. Dingding cups filled the table. Mrs. Cheng's dishes were the best. Even the breakfast was so rich. There were porridge, snacks, and side dishes. In the end, she could hardly put it down.

Cheng Yujin sighed inwardly, feeling more and more that it is good to be rich, and even better to have power. I don't know when she will reach the level of Mrs. Cheng.

Cheng Yujin is a granddaughter, not a daughter-in-law, so she can sit down and eat together now. She really didn't eat in the morning. She raised her chopsticks and looked at Madam Cheng's wink as she prepared dishes for her. She persuaded and tried the dishes throughout the whole process. Madam Cheng didn't eat much, but Cheng Yujin was full of herself.

However, Mrs. Cheng is old and has a bad appetite. Today's dosage has reached the usual average. The maid of Shou'an Tang looked at Cheng Yujin as if she was looking at the Savior Bodhisattva. Cheng Yujin observed that Mrs. Cheng was almost eating, and put down her chopsticks at the right time: "Grandma, granddaughter will serve you a hot tea?"