Aunt Zhao is beautiful and looks ten years younger than her actual age.

For this reason, Aunt Zhao was very favored by Jia Zheng and was very disliked by Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang always tried her best to chastise Aunt Zhao, but Aunt Zhao would cry to Jia Zheng. Although Mrs. Wang was depressed, she did not dare to go too far.

Therefore, although Aunt Zhao is tired, her life is actually much better than that of Jia Zheng's other concubine, Aunt Zhou.

At least, the furnishings in Aunt Zhao's house are very good, and she has saved a considerable amount of private money.

Jia Huan thought that in the original work, Aunt Zhao's private money was defrauded by Ma Daopo and harmed others. He decided to defraud Aunt Zhao of all her money and hide it secretly. When the Rongguo Mansion was confiscated in the future, he would use the money to give Zhao

Aunt ransomed herself.

Aunt Zhao didn't have much knowledge. She thought that her son was also the young master of the Duke's Palace and would be qualified to inherit the Palace in the future. Why was his treatment and status lower than Jia Baoyu's?

Aunt Zhao kept nagging in Jia Huan's ear, telling him that he must crush Jia Baoyu in the future, and it would be best to become the master of Rongguo Mansion.

Jia Huan wanted to tell her to stop daydreaming, but he was only a four-year-old child now, and it was impossible for Aunt Zhao to listen to her.

Jia Huan was too lazy to talk anymore and dozed off while listening to Aunt Zhao's chatter.

The child felt sleepy and quickly fell asleep.

Jia Huan didn't meet Lin Daiyu until a month later. He only met her from a distance and didn't even say a word.

Lin Daiyu was chatting and laughing with several girls, without even looking at Jia Huan.

His sister Tanchun glanced at him, frowned, and turned away to look at him.

On the other hand, cousin Yingchun looked at him with very gentle eyes and smiled at Jia Huan.

Jia Huan smiled back, and when others looked at him, he acted like a naughty boy who didn't understand anything.

This time it was a family banquet, and the masters from the Ningguo Mansion next door also came together.

Although Jia Huan was young, he was not on the side of the female relatives, but was brought to the table of Jia Lian and Jia Zhen.

There were other contemporaries at the table, all trying their best to please these two people.

Jia Zhen didn't care that there was a little kid like Jia Huan at the table, talking about dirty things wantonly.

Jia Huan couldn't stand listening, so he slid off his chair and slipped out of the flower hall.

When Jia Zhen saw the child running away, she laughed and said, "He's still a child!"

Jia Lian smiled: "Isn't that right? It doesn't matter if he leaves, some words are really not suitable for a child like him to listen to."

Jia Zhen: "Sooner or later, you will grow up. It's okay to understand a little first."

Jia Huan was walking alone. When the servants passing by saw him, they didn't bother to talk to him, but this was just what he wanted.

Jia Huan walked into the garden, found a place shaded by flowers and trees, sat down, held the plug in his hands, and began to take a nap.

There is no way, the child is just sleepy.

In a daze, Jia Huan heard someone's voice coming from not far away.

The voice is refreshing, who is it if it’s not Feng Lazi?

Behind her were Ping'er and two other second-class maids, giving orders as they walked.

Ping'er responded softly one by one.

When the two of them walked not far from Jia Huan, Wang Xifeng suddenly slipped and fell backward.

Ping'er and the two maids were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

But their strength was not strong. Not only did the three of them fail to help Wang Xifeng, but they also fell down together with Wang Xifeng.

Fortunately, Ping'er was loyal and saw that the situation was bad, so he directly supported Wang Xifeng.

At this time, Wang Xifeng was already pregnant with Liujia. As soon as she fell, she immediately started to bleed.

Ping'er was so shocked that he didn't care about the pain all over his body from being crushed. He asked the maid to help Wang Xifeng up and called for someone at the same time.

The servants nearby heard the sound and rushed over, carrying Wang Xifeng away in a hurry.

Jia Huan waited until no one was around before he walked out of the flowers and trees.

He held a pebble in his hand and rolled it on his index finger, and the oil on it smeared his finger.

sigh!

This method of fighting at home and in the palace is crude but effective. You don't need to think about it to know whose hand it is.

He threw away the stones, put his hands behind his back, and returned to his small courtyard on his short legs.

When I passed Mrs. Wang's residence, it was quiet inside, and the maids and women who stayed behind were all nestled in the room.

He returned to his room, opened the window, lay down on the bed and started eating.

The Rongguo Mansion must be very busy today, and I don't know if meals will be prepared in the kitchen.

If I had known earlier, I would have eaten more at the table.

When I woke up, it was still dusk.

Aunt Zhao and Jixiang have returned.

Aunt Zhao took out the pastry and handed it to Jia Huan: "Eat something quickly to fill your stomach. Don't think about dinner tonight."

Jia Huan took the pastries, which were several pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

He took out the best-looking piece and pushed the rest to Aunt Zhao: "Auntie, you and Jixiang should split it up."

When others are young, they can be half full just by eating a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Eat another piece." Aunt Zhao picked out another good-looking piece and placed it in front of Jia Huan, and shared the rest with Ji Xiang.

Aunt Zhao's motherly love is much more pure than Mrs. Wang's.

Jia Zheng did not come to see Aunt Zhao in the evening, and the three of them went to bed early to rest.

The next day, when Jixiang went to get breakfast, he brought back the news that Wang Xifeng had given birth to a daughter.

"My wife was very happy and gave everyone in the house a month's salary."

With good luck and happiness, no one will be unhappy if they can get an extra month's wages.

Jia Huan sneered in his heart.

Of course Mrs. Wang was happy. Wang Xifeng gave birth to a daughter, not a son, and there was no threat to Jia Baoyu.

"Will my monthly money also be doubled?" Jia Huan asked.

Jixiang was stunned for a moment: "Probably..."

Jia Huan thought that even if his monthly money was doubled, it would not be in his hands, so he stopped asking.

He picked up the spoon and started eating breakfast.

Perhaps because they were rewarded with double wages, the people in the kitchen were happy, and the meals they prepared were richer and tasted better.

Jia Huan drank a small bowl of millet porridge, ate two jade dumplings, and put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.

The aspect of his current life that he is most satisfied with is food.

Although most of the meals in Rongguo Mansion are big fish, meat and oily, which is not suitable for someone like Lin Daiyu who likes light food, it is in line with Jia Huan's taste.

Although he maintains his health, he chooses to exercise to maintain his health. When it comes to food, Jia Huan will never wrong himself.

He likes food. After his retirement, he used to travel all over the world eating delicious food.

The Rongguo Mansion was beaming with joy. Although the parties involved, Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng, were a little disappointed because the child was not a son, they were naturally very happy and excited as parents for the first time.

For several days in a row, Jia Huan's meals were very good.

He nestled in his own small yard, eating and sleeping every day. His body was visibly rounded, making him look even cuter.

Aunt Zhao felt that her son was much cuter than Jia Baoyu.
Chapter completed!