As soon as I slept until noon, when I got back from lunch, clove called the little flower to eat lunch.

Because she is in her room and Xiaohua is ready to continue to sleep, she doesn't pay much attention to her image. Casually wearing a small jacket and pleated skirt, his hair was still scattered behind him, so he came to the table.

Today's dish is a duck hot pot stewed with winter bamboo shoots. There are mushrooms and soybean sprouts in it, and two fried dishes are fresh mushrooms, vegetable hearts and fried white kidney. Xiaohua likes to eat hot pot. It's warm in winter, and the duck stewed with winter bamboo shoots tastes delicious.

She ate half a bowl of rice in one breath, and Xiaohua turned to drink soup.

This soup is given to Xiaohua by mother he. One cup a day. Now people who go to the dining room every day know that after going to the Dian dining room, they will go to the Jingtai hall. Mammy he in the small kitchen there will pinch some, pack the soup and hand it out.

A cup of small stew represents too many meanings. Not only the several people who serve in the West courtyard and Rong Youyan, but also the faces of some palace people outside are implicitly flattering.

The following people didn't know that the soup was given by mother he. They thought it was given by your highness. They also thought that Mrs. Hua in the West courtyard was your Highness's new favorite. They should be more careful in the future.

And Xiaohua also understood these and accepted the love of mother he in her heart.

Not to mention the benefits of this tonic soup to her body, but just the implication of helping her grow her face, Xiaohua had to be grateful to mammy he.

For a person without a foundation, this meaning is too important. At least Xiaohua found that the four little palace people below saw her smile much more attentive, and even implied the meaning of excitement.

Everyone knows that only when the master is favored can slaves have a future.

What the lady said that time, cloves were also measured in her heart.

After grinding the spring grass for some days, I beat her openly and secretly. I really put a lot of thought on her.

After being adjusted and taught by cloves for a few days, spring grass has no other feelings, but it also understands the truth that slaves are slaves and masters are masters. Clove mentioned her again several times. She also understood why clove had such a attitude.

I'm not a fool, but my mind turns very fast.

Seeing that Chuncao's attitude was correct, lilac transferred her to Xiaohua to wait.

So when Xiaohua saw the spring grass coming to her to wait, she looked no different from before, but her attitude seemed to have changed.

She was a little sorry for Chuncao, but she also knew that there were too many things around her recently. She had no foundation, and clove was really for her good. Only by dealing with everything around her can she guard against the outside wholeheartedly. After all, there are too few people she can use at ease.

Xiaohua doesn't eat much. After drinking a cup of soup and eating a bowl of rice, she is full after two chopsticks for the same dish.

After eating, he washed his hands and mouth under Ding Lan's service, and drank half a cup of tea.

"Share the rest. Don't waste it. I'll go to bed and you'll have dinner, so that the dishes won't be cold later."

With that, Xiaohua went to the inner room by herself.

"Madam, I'll wait on you and have a rest." Chuncao said to one side, with a more stable face than before.

Xiaohua looked at her meaningfully and said with a smile, "I'm such a hypocritical person? Go and have dinner."

This sentence makes Chuncao's nose sour. She feels that sister Xiaohua, oh no, Mrs. Hua has not changed, or she used to be.

Sure enough, as sister clove said, her own state of mind is wrong. Madam is in a difficult situation now. We should work together to do our job well.

"Well, hurry and have dinner. Madam is considerate. I'm afraid we'll hurt our spleen and stomach by eating cold rice in winter."