Chapter 9 Two Bowls of Chicken Soup

After coming out of Yuanhui's room, Zhen Tingyun first went downstairs to send down the trays and chopsticks, and then bought an old hen with his own money to stew in the inn's kitchen.

After things were properly arranged, Zhen Tingyun went to see Mrs. Zhen.

Mrs. Zhen, who had already eaten breakfast, was sitting on a chair, bowing her head to make a robe, holding an embroidery pattern in her hand.

Zhen Tingyun glanced at it and saw that the robe in old lady Zhen's hand was not too big, so she guessed that it should be for her younger brother Zhen Hengzhe.

Or how about my grandson's baby, although Mrs. Zhen has never seen her grandson, she still misses her every day, and from time to time she has to ask someone to send things to her son and grandson. Seeing that she was about to enter Beijing, Mrs. Zhen had already asked for the size of her grandson, and she was making clothes for her son and grandson all the way, and she even embroidered patterns!

It would be a lie to say that Zhen Tingyun was not jealous, but she knew the temper of Mrs. Zhen long ago and was too lazy to care about it.

Therefore, Zhen Tingyun only reminded politely: "Grandmother, everyone says that the capital is the capital of the Son of Heaven, leading the trend of the world, even the style of robes is a little different from other places. You are thinking about making clothes for your younger brother at this moment. Although the heart is good, if the robes made are not in line with the younger brother's mind, wouldn't it be a waste of effort? Why don't you go back to Beijing and do it again?"

Mrs. Zhen didn't listen to her, she didn't lift her eyelids, she said, "It's okay, I'll sew a home-made robe. No matter the style is different, it's always fine to wear it at home. It doesn't take much effort, I just do it at my leisure. Live a little."

Zhen Tingyun shrugged and didn't persuade him much. He just said casually, "Then you have to make me a spring shirt after you sew the robe. It's 'no effort' to think about it."

Mrs. Zhen: "..."

If it had been a few years earlier, Mrs. Zhen would have said directly to her, "You little girl, I don't have enough food for you, or I don't need you to wear it. Where do all these things come from?" It's a pity that it's different now, although Mrs. Zhen is a little more patriarchal. , but he has been with his granddaughter for more than ten years. He is very emotional, and he knows his granddaughter's temper. It's really annoying.

So, Madam Zhen had to stick the needle into the embroidery shed, pulled her granddaughter to sit beside her, and changed the subject very bluntly: "I heard from Lao Lin that I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for a few days, and I have to stay in the inn for a few days. Don't bother me here, go and retire the room next door, I already told Lao Lin, just let him squeeze with that person!"

Zhen Tingyun was still thinking about how to tell Mrs. Zhen about stewing chicken soup for Yuan Hui, but she didn't expect that Mrs. Zhen couldn't bear the rent for a few days, and now she wanted to rush Yuan Hui to live with Manager Lin... Ting Yun was thinking of learning something from Yuan Hui, and now he had to be a servant, so he couldn't neglect him.

Therefore, can only convince Mrs. Zhen first. After all, let’s not mention the rent. In the future, people will have to cook chicken soup for Yuan Hui, buy clothes and medicine, and there are many places where money is used.

Zhen Tingyun took a deep breath, feeling that he was under a lot of pressure.

But Mrs. Zhen had no idea what her granddaughter was thinking. Seeing that she shouldn't, she urged again: "I didn't say that, you asked a horse thief to live in a room by himself, and he stayed there for several days. Is this because of too much money or something? ?!"

Zhen Tingyun prepared the draft in his heart, and sat down next to Mrs. Zhen before he said, "Grandmother, don't keep yelling at horse thieves and horse thieves. They have a name, Yuan Hui."

Madam Zhen pouted and said nothing.

"Grandmother, please listen to me first," Zhen Tingyun said slowly, "I have already spoken to Yuan Hui, he is really talented, not only in horsemanship and archery, but also in chess, calligraphy and painting. Because I saved him This time, he was also grateful, and he promised to teach me calligraphy and bamboo flute. When he recovers, he will teach me how to ride and shoot... To be honest with my grandmother, I am also very happy. You know, the first few days I wanted to learn the piano with the old scholar in the private school next door. Not only did I spend eight taels of silver to buy someone else's old piano, but from time to time they gave people food, fish and snacks. They taught me a little bit - it can be seen that learning things is also true. It's difficult. Now that I meet someone as talented as Yuan Hui who is willing to teach me, not to mention asking a doctor to buy medicine or something, even if he wants to be repaired, I will grit my teeth and be willing."

At the beginning, Zhen Tingyun had tossed about learning the piano for half a year. Mrs. Zhen had scolded and scolded her, and she was also angry. Now that she thinks about it, she feels a little distressed for her granddaughter, and even faintly regrets that she was too stingy at the time and was unwilling to pay. Mr. Qian gave me the money, but instead made my granddaughter suffer those grievances outside.

Zhen Tingyun's expression didn't change, and he continued: "But Yuan Hui didn't mention anything about repairing, let alone asking for my money. Grandmother, think about it, such a gentleman is still unwilling to ask for money. We are not those people who have no conscience, so we can’t treat him slowly, we should compare our hearts to our hearts, show an attitude towards teachers and treat them with courtesy. How can we drive him to share a room with Manager Lin?”

"You don't often say that when my father took his grandfather as his teacher, he was always 'disciples in need to serve him', and he went to his grandfather to serve him every day. He was never slack in the cold winter and hot summer, and was extremely respectful. If you want me to say , a father like this is what it should be like to study. As a daughter, I should also learn from my father. "

Madam Zhen's face was a little loose, but she was still stubborn: "You are a girl, what's the use of learning this?!"

"I know my grandmother looks down on these things, and thinks I'm just fooling around. But I'm always unwilling, thinking that my mother was a female student who graduated from Xidu Girls' School, and my eldest sister entered Yuhua Girls' School when she entered Beijing at the beginning of the year. I don't know anything at all, even when I went to Beijing to meet my father, mother, eldest sister and younger brother, I'm afraid that I will also cause my grandmother to lose face with me. If this is the case, I'm really ashamed and ashamed!" Zhen Tingyun held Zhen Tingyun's hand. The old lady's hand gently said, "Grandmother, I also want to give myself and you a chance!"

When Mrs. Zhen heard this, she was a little persuaded - she didn't care about it, but she also knew that her son and daughter-in-law always valued these things. Furthermore, the eldest granddaughter who grew up beside her daughter-in-law entered a women's school at the beginning of the year. If Zhen Tingyun, who grew up beside her, would not be able to get into the women's school next year, she would be embarrassed if she couldn't tell the truth.

Thinking like this, Mrs. Zhen was also relieved: "Forget it, you can learn it if you want."

Zhen Tingyun blinked, hugged Mrs. Zhen's arm and shook it, and said coquettishly, "I knew my grandmother loved me..."

Seeing her smiling face, Mrs. Zhen actually liked it very much. She couldn't help but smile, raised her hand to touch the top of her hair, and said with a smile, "I've never seen you talk like this before! Tell me how your sister is. Smart, how capable, I may not be as good as you. Since you meet a husband who can teach you, then you should study hard and study hard. If you can do better than your sister in the women's school next year, so can I Follow the long face."

I thought that if the younger granddaughter did better than the older granddaughter, wouldn't it mean that the old man could raise a granddaughter better than Pei's?

Thinking about it, Mrs. Zhen couldn't help but hug Zhen Tingyun and laughed again.

On the other hand, Zhen Tingyun also sighed for Mrs. Zhen's ambition: Oh, she is thinking about how to get into women's school, and her grandmother is thinking about how to pass the eldest sister Zhen Yiyun... No wonder Yuan Hui always feels that she loves her. Dreaming, it can be seen that this is all genetic!

Although she was thinking like this, Zhen Tingyun's mouth was sweet, she thought about it and said, "By the way, I see that my grandmother has been bumpy on the road these past few days, and she is very haggard. Thinking of your age, you should be Be more careful, make up more and then ask someone to stew chicken soup for you to drink at night."

Anyway, once the chicken soup is simmered, it's a big cup, so it's good to have two bowls, one for Yuan Hui and one for Mrs. Zhen?

When Mrs. Zhen heard the words, she didn't smile anymore, she raised her hand and pinched her granddaughter's ear: "You, you prodigal! The chicken in the inn is much more expensive than at home, so why do you have to eat chicken?!" After speaking, she was about to get up. Go downstairs to stop the kitchen from cooking her chicken soup.

Zhen Tingyun put on the appearance of a dead pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and hummed: "Anyway, the chickens have been killed and they are already in the pot, so it's useless for you to go down now."

Madam Zhen was really going to be pissed to death by this prodigal granddaughter, and she twisted her hard twice.

Furthermore, although her granddaughter was angry with her granddaughter for spending money, she still felt a little bit of joy deep down in her heart. She felt that it was a rare act of filial piety from her granddaughter.

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In the evening, Zhen Tingyun personally went downstairs to look at the pot of chicken soup, and deliberately divided it into two bowls, thinking that Mrs. Zhen's age is not too greasy, and it is not good for your health. So, she simply passed the two bowls of oil together, and then brought a large bowl of chicken soup to Mrs. Zhen.

Mrs. Zhen is shrewd in this regard. She flipped over the bowl with a spoon and muttered, "No, there is only half a chicken here... You think, did the person who stewed the soup in the inn steal it?"

"I asked Bazhen to watch the stew in the kitchen," Zhen Tingyun rolled his eyes secretly, and had no choice but to take the pot, "I drank the other half myself."

Mrs. Zhen raised her eyebrows and said, "You also said that you want to honor me. You have to drink some chicken soup before you can be my grandmother..."

Zhen Tingyun also imitated Mrs. Zhen's tone, holding her cheeks and sighing sadly: "Oh, my grandmother still said that she loves me, and she has been rushing all the way to make clothes for my father and younger brother, and my spring shirts are still not there yet. Now, I have to drink a few sips of chicken soup to warm my stomach."

The tricky grandmother and tricky granddaughter looked at each other, smiled, and stopped talking.