Breakfast

  Breakfast

  "Well then, Lin, you'd better make arrangements quickly. Let Old Seventh attend school tomorrow!" The old lady didn't even lift an eyebrow, but in her heart she was praising the cleverness of this young fellow.

  As for the various means used by Xiaolin, the old lady saw it with her own eyes but didn't say anything. It wasn't that she was condoning it, but rather she simply didn't take these petty tricks seriously. However, since Dalian's death, Xiaolin had become increasingly unscrupulous in his actions. As for Yin Ruofei going to school, the old lady had long wanted to teach him a lesson, and now seeing her bring it up herself, she raised an eyebrow ready to speak.

  However, Yin Ruofei was quicker to speak up than her, grabbing hold of Xiaolin's words and directly nodding in agreement. She continued from where Xiaolin left off, adding that it was to avoid losing the face of the Marquis' household. If Xiaolin were to go back on her word, then she would be deliberately trying to lose face for the Marquis' household; the Marquis' household's face wasn't something that even a proper wife or the eldest lady had the qualifications to lose, let alone a concubine like Xiaolin.

  The Hou Mansion is a small family, and the Yin family also has a clan. Although these are all trivial matters in the household for now, once things get out of hand, people from the clan will inevitably intervene, and no one's face will look good at that time.

  The old lady was satisfied in her heart and even more settled the matter with her mouth, then waved her hand to let Xiaolin and others go back. It's almost time for breakfast, she didn't have a place to entertain so many idle people.

  Kobayashi left with his two sons and a group of servants, while Yin Jintang turned back to look at Yin Ruofei, a thoughtful expression on his face.

  "Who would have thought that this little scoundrel was so cunning?" After leaving the old lady's Fushou Temple, Shō Linshi tore at the silk handkerchief in her hand, a look of resentment appearing on her face as she muttered to herself.

  "Let's go back and talk about it later, daughter." Yin Jintang looked around them. Although they were deeply favored by the master of the Hou Mansion, their own father's concubine, in this deep mansion, one wrong step could lead to a complete loss of all their previous efforts. The old lady had been in the Hou Mansion for decades, and although on the surface it seemed that their mother had gradually taken control of the Hou Mansion over the past decade or so, who knew what was really going on beneath the surface? The old lady's faction was calm and collected, completely ignoring the several small provocations from Lin Shi, making Lin Shi and her son feel uneasy in their hearts.

  Kobayashi may have had her plans, but to Yin Jintang, they were just a woman's petty thoughts. All she wanted was to solidify her own position and make her son's life better. As a concubine-born daughter, she had been pleasing her stepmother and stepsister since childhood, hoping to marry into a good family as a legitimate wife.

  It was also a muddle of Dalian's, she thought that letting her younger sister who had been dependent on her since childhood marry the same husband as herself would allow them to take care of each other nearby. This naive idea led to a series of tragic events later on.

  Originally, Kobayashi was resentful before her marriage, but she didn't expect that three days after her sister's wedding, she would see her brother-in-law, her future husband, in the back room, and her heart would be captured instantly, replacing her previous unwillingness with new thoughts.

  This mind is what she should not have as a concubine and a daughter, replacing her sister's position as the legitimate wife.

  Kobayashi indeed did so. As a concubine-born, she was good at recognizing people's faces and catering to their tastes, this ability towards the man she admired added three points of sincerity, making it impossible for others to pick out any flaws.

  In comparison to the dignified demeanor of Da Lin's eldest daughter, Xiao Lin's gentle and charming appearance was more to men's taste. Yin Hai Cheng, despite being a noble marquis, couldn't escape his masculine nature; since marrying Xiao Lin, he had always doted on her excessively. Occasionally, when there were minor disagreements, Xiao Lin would cry with tears like pear blossoms in the rain, and the matter would be settled.

  Her mind was passed on to her son, and it was even more pronounced. The eldest son, Yin Jinyuan, was still good, having been raised by the Marquis since childhood, but not very close to him. The second son, Yin Jintang, however, got her true transmission, being extremely cunning and surpassing his mother in cleverness.

  Nowadays, Mrs. Kobayashi would discuss everything with her second son, and today she felt that she had misspoken, so she looked at Yin Jintang with a somewhat guilty conscience as he walked along with a gloomy face.

  Yin Jinyuan had always been too lazy to bother with the affairs of these two people, saying that he was going to pay his respects to his father and also needed to go to the military training ground. The three of them parted ways here. Although one of them was his own biological mother and the other was his own younger brother, Yin Jinyuan couldn't stand the way they were as people. However, since these two were his closest relatives, he could only let them be.

  Today's events made Yin Jinyuan want to praise Xiao Qi. This usually mischievous and willful younger brother seemed to have become much more sensible after his illness.

  The child with a poor memory was just the spoiled legitimate son, and because of his young age, he was doted on by the old madam. However, within this manor, the influence of the Lin family had already taken root, and wanting to truly compete with her would not be so easy.

  Kobayashi and his two companions left on their own, while Yin Ruofei also bid farewell to the old lady.

  "What's the hurry." The old lady scolded. On such a cold day, going to the garden to pick up fallen petals, her golden grandson was already frozen through. Originally, she should have started dinner long ago, but Xiao Lin had been lingering here, which delayed things until now.

  Finally, the annoying person left, and the old lady immediately signaled for breakfast to be served.

  A very soft and glutinous porridge is served in a delicate ceramic pot, sesame oil small flower rolls, fresh meat buns, fried pancakes and five or six dishes of fresh vegetables are arranged on the table with a few pieces of exquisite roasted meat.

  The old lady gestured to Yin Ruofei to sit down opposite her, and Yin Ruofei hesitated for a moment. "Grandmother, the petals are delicate, and if they're left out for too long, I'm afraid the flavor will be lost. Why don't we let Ziling and the others go back first? The sooner it's done, the sooner we can bring it to Grandmother."

  "Um, okay. Anyway, there's nothing much to do, just keep Grandma company for a while." The old lady had always doted on this grandson, and today seeing him act steady yet nimble, she liked him even more, where was the reason not to? "Fei'er is so filial."

  Zi Ling responded with a sound and went out of the inner hall, bringing Ting Feng back to Jianyuan.

  Yin Ruofei took off her shoes and knelt down beside Mrs. Lao's position.

  Bi Yu brought over the porridge made from green rice that Old Lady was used to eating and asked Yin Ruo Fei what she wanted to eat.

  Yin Ruofei has been drifting abroad for over a decade, and the taste of these exquisite dishes had long become a memory. Only yesterday did he just wake up, his body still not feeling quite right, but by today his body was already much better, and his appetite had also opened up greatly.

  Look at the porridge sent to her face by Biyu, with a bright green color and thick grains of rice cut into small pieces of vegetables. Not only does it look colorful and appetizing, but also the aroma that hits your nose makes you want to dig in.

  The several pastries on the table made his eyes greedy, and the vegetables were all fresh seasonal vegetables that were hard to eat now. They were sent by the steward of the Hou Mansion every morning at dawn. The dish of braised lamb in the middle of the table was crimson in color, with a rich sauce, making him unable to help but swallow saliva secretly.

  Bi Yu smiled slightly and picked up a pancake along the direction of Yin Ruofei's gaze, lightly rolling the vegetables and roasted meat together, and handed it to Yin Ruofei.

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