"Young master may not be able to come today. He has to stay with his aunt at home."

"Um."

"Why did Miss Xiu Niang buy so much pounded rice, winnow it, grind it, and roll it into noodles? You are so good, why are you making noodles and preparing them for the young master?"

In the morning, a luxury car drove back from the market. On the way, Pei Shisanniang looked curiously at Zhao Qingxiu, who was buying some different ingredients today.

Zhao Qingxiu nodded and shook his head.

[I am making noodles, but not for Tan Lang to eat. I am making them for Aunt Zhen and Sister Xie. This is called longevity noodles to celebrate birthdays]

Pei Shisanniang said calmly:

"Does Miss Xiu Niang know her name?"

Zhao Qingxiu hesitated and nodded.

Pei Shisanniang thought for a while and didn't speak any more.

The luxurious car came to the entrance of the quiet courtyard and parked.

Pei Shisanniang helped carry a few bags of pounded rice into the yard.

It rained last night and the ground was slippery today. Pei Shisanniang helped Zhao Qingxiu to do all these tiring and trivial tasks. She did not let her servants interfere and enter this hospital.

After placing all the things in the lobby of the courtyard, Zhao Qingxiu fumbled around, fetched a bowl of water, and handed it to Pei Shisanniang.

"Ahhh."

"You're welcome, Miss Xiu Niang, you don't need to thank me."

Pei Shisanniang looked at the pretty girl in front of her with a smile, waved her hands and said:

"Actually, Miss Xiu Niang, if you need any help, you can always talk to me and I will do my best to help you."

【good】

Pei Shisanniang found that her sleeves were gently pulled, and Zhao Qingxiu in front of her lowered her head and smiled.

Pei Sanniang also smiled, couldn't help but pet Zhao Qingxiu's head lovingly, and carefully messed up her hair.

Although this embroidered girl is blind, she quietly lives like an ordinary girl in life, insisting that she is a normal girl.

For example, every time before going out to buy things, she would sit in front of the dressing table and dress up in front of the invisible bronze mirror. However, of course, she also had to find someone to help her comb her hair and braid it. After the Fang sisters left, these things were done by Pei The Thirteenth Mother is here to do it.

Pei Shisanniang was also extremely happy.

In addition, the embroidery girl also insisted on cooking and washing and drying the clothes for the young master.

The days in this small courtyard are lived in a down-to-earth and positive manner.

If you don't look at her eyes covered by azure ribbons.

She is really just like a normal girl.

Pei Shisanniang is a woman and understands women's thoughts quite well. Miss Xiu Niang generally feels that even if she is so disabled, she can still give her sweetheart everything that a normal couple and family should have.

The body is disabled but the mind is strong, it is nothing more than this.

After seeing this clearly, Pei Shisanniang fell in love with Zhao Qingxiu even more.

It is true that she is a philistine and snobbish business woman, but she also knows that true love cannot be bought with a thousand dollars, and a careless person cannot be kept with a million dollars.

Therefore, even though Pei Shisanniang took good care of Xiu Niang at first, it was just to please the young master.

But after getting along with him for so long, she began to like this kind-hearted girl with a quiet temperament.

The two girls, who had just returned to the courtyard, drank tea and rested for a while in the lobby. Zhao Qingxiu was going to the kitchen to try making longevity noodles.

Pei Shisanniang held the tea cup in her hand, lowered her eyes in trance, and suddenly said:

"Miss Xiu Niang, Mrs. Zhen's birthday ceremony is not long away. If you move out of the courtyard and go to live with the young master in Huaiye Lane..."

She paused before speaking, glanced at no one around, and lowered her voice and said:

"If you need to give me any instructions on weekdays, you can also tell me. As long as I can do it, I will not be careless. Well, I also wish you and the young master will grow old together and have a son soon."

Pei Shisanniang smiled happily.

After Zhao Qingxiu heard this clearly, her originally puzzled face suddenly became flushed.

"Uh huh huh..."

She lowered her head and ran to the kitchen in a little haste.

In the lobby, Pei Shisanniang laughed.

"It's so pitiful. No wonder the young master loves her so much."

After speaking to herself, the beautiful woman put down her teacup, took out a small bell from her sleeve and left it on the table, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Miss Xiu Niang, the old rule is that if you have something to do, ring the bell and I will go out and do some business for a while."

Pei Sanniang left a message and left the quiet courtyard. Zhao Qingxiu was making longevity noodles in the kitchen.

Although she is blind and mute, her five senses are clear and she is very familiar with this kitchen. She even knows exactly where to lie down. She has studied it with Tanlang... Zhao Qingxiu, who was kneading the dough on the chopping board with her head down, had a slight smile on her face.

Yihong shook his head slightly, getting rid of this slightly dirty thought that was influenced by Tan Lang.

No matter what, she was very clever and fiddled with it for a quarter of an hour, and finally prepared a bowl of noodles.

Zhao Qingxiu stretched out a finger, resisting the burning, and put it into the pot.

He touched his fingers and took a sip of the soup.

Without eyes, one can only use the body sense of the skin to distinguish the heat and the cookedness of the soup. This is one of the many experiences Zhao Qingxiu has gained from cooking after becoming blind.

Zhao Qingxiu smiled slightly and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand.

Fetching a clean porcelain bowl, she made a bowl of longevity noodles and brought it out of the kitchen.

When she came to the lobby, she placed the longevity noodles on the table, blindfolded her eyes and looked around, seemingly looking around the quiet courtyard.

"Ding-ding-dong——"

"Long Ling——"

Zhao Qingxiu rang the bell left by Pei Shisanniang.

At the same time, a sudden breeze blew through the corridor, making the ice-white jade hairpin that Zhao Qingxiu often wore on her temples make a crisp sound.

The sound of bells and the collision of jade echoed in the empty courtyard.

For a time, the courtyard seemed increasingly lonely and empty, with a hint of ethereal aura.

Tanlang's clothes hanging on the clothesline in the courtyard were also blown by the wind, as if they were covered by the invisible wind.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head slightly and waited, listening attentively.

I heard the very familiar sound of a woman's footsteps in the distance.

"I'm here..."

She was outside at the gate of the courtyard, calling as she approached.

Just as Zhao Qingxiu was about to open her mouth and respond, she heard Pei Shisanniang's footsteps outside suddenly stop.

Immediately, there was a strange yet familiar conversation, all of which were women.

Pei Shisanniang's voice stuttered again:

"Thanks……"

"Don't thank me. Who is hiding it? Is it you or someone else?"

This voice was originally somewhat gentle, but the owner of the voice's words at the moment were a bit cold and lonely.

"I don't have one."

Pei Shisanniang outside the door seemed to speak subconsciously, but after noticing something, she immediately shut up and changed her words:

"That's not what I mean. Listen to me, there is actually a distant relative of my concubine living here temporarily..."

The gentle and cold female voice interrupted:

"Your distant relative likes to give gifts. He even gave them away with the words "never forget each other."

He seemed to chuckle and nod:

"Get out of the way."

She repeated again, as if she was sniffing, with a slightly choked nasal sound.

Pei Shisanniang's voice was a little panicked:

"Thank you, Miss. This relative of mine is unwell and it is not convenient to see people..."

At this moment, another clear voice belonging to the young lady sounded, unfamiliar and arrogant, but it seemed to be slightly dull through the cloth:

"Xie girl, don't listen to her. The ink I am sniffing is pointing to this courtyard and to distant relatives. This business woman loves to lie. I remember that she also designed to bully Xiaoxuan's family before. She is the most cunning.

Not one of them!"

The girl who calls herself Immortal Girl has a somewhat inflammatory voice and yells:
To be continued...