The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 388: The Wulin Leader’s Fiancée (4)

After Murong Fengyu and Beitang Ze left the room, Su Xiangran lay back on the bed.

When I woke up again it was already the next morning.

Biliu, who was outside the door, heard the sound and hurried in to help her lady wash up.

"Miss, today's breakfast has your favorite Huaiyang dim sum." Biliu picked a plain dress for Su Xiangran, "Miss, how do you like this dress?"

"No." Su Xiangran said without even looking at it, "Don't take out this kind of clothes in the future. I still like bright colors. I remember I made a set of plum-colored clothes last month.

Wear that outfit today! This hairstyle is still a double bun." Su Xiangran looked at herself in the bronze mirror, "Take out the set of gold and silver hairpins and head ornaments from the box before."

"But Miss..." Bi Liu reminded with some embarrassment, "Young Master said before that he doesn't like women who are too arrogant."

"And then!" Su Xiangran suddenly laughed, "Was I not simple enough before? Wasn't I frugal in my food, clothing and daily expenses? Did he like me?"

Biliu looked at her lady and always felt that the person in front of her was different from before.

"Go! Do as I say." Su Xiangran added, "Find the fabrics my mother gave me before. After you meet the owner and his wife, ask Hua Qianshu's embroiderer to come over so I can make a few more sets of clothes."

Seeing that Biliu didn't say anything, Su Xiangran turned around and looked at her. Although she didn't say anything, she already understood what she meant.

By the time she had finished washing and dressing, and was sitting at the table enjoying her breakfast, half an hour had passed.

"Miss Su, today's breakfast is specially prepared by the kitchen." A maid next to her said with a smile, "These exquisite Huai salt snacks are all made according to your taste. The young master was a little reckless yesterday.

But this time the owner of the manor was serious. He had been kneeling in the ancestral hall for a whole night and was not allowed to come out.

Look, when you see the lady later, can you ask her and the master for mercy on his behalf? Although he is a martial artist, he will not be able to endure this."

Su Xiangran looked at the man.

This person was none other than the wet nurse of the young master Beitang Jing. A large part of the household expenses in this mansion was in her hands.

Murong Fengyu was a person who didn't like household chores. This wet nurse was brought from her mother's home by her. She was loyal to them and their son, but she didn't have much respect for Su Xiangran, the future mistress.

After all, Murong Fengyu also came from a martial arts family. This wet nurse had always been dissatisfied with the fact that her young master's fiancée was a weak and helpless young lady.

Although the original owner and Beitang Jing got married smoothly in the previous life, this wet nurse handed over the housekeeper's power in the mansion, but she often gave orders to the original owner.

The entire Yunjian Villa seems to be harmonious with the people from top to bottom, but in fact, the master is not like a master, and the servant is not like a servant.

Now that she's back to Su Xiangran, she naturally won't indulge these people.

"This is the first time I've seen such a big dumpling." Su Xiangran picked up a bun and said, "Is this made to imitate a soup dumpling? Why is the skin so thick? And it looks like there was no jelly when it was wrapped, so there probably is no soup."

The wet nurse, Madam Wu, blushed. She knew nothing about Huaiyang snacks. She just heard that the meat buns there were smaller, so she asked the cook to make these things, thinking that once Su Xiangran was satisfied with the meal, she would naturally go and plead for mercy to the young master.

Now that it's been exposed, I feel a little embarrassed.

As for Biliu, she was the maid that Su Xiangran bought at Yunjian Villa. Naturally, she had never seen any delicious food. She just responded to whatever Madam Wu said.

After giving Nanny Wu a warning, Su Xiangran was in a good mood.

But this way of employing people is nothing more than giving someone a good reward after a beating.

Having just given face to Nanny Wu, I will naturally fulfill her wish.

"Although it's not done properly, I understand Aunt Wu's intentions." Su Xiangran took a few bites before putting down her chopsticks, "I'll go and ask my aunt for mercy."

When Nanny Wu heard this, her tense heart finally relaxed. Just as she was about to say something, she discovered that Su Xiangran's outfit today was obviously much more gorgeous than before.

The person in front of me was wearing an exquisite satin long skirt, the width of the skirt was as wide as the surface of a lake, and the color was not the usual elegant plain color, but a bright plum color.

The hem of her skirt is like a flower blooming in spring, and around her waist is a gold and silver brocade belt that outlines the girl's slender figure.

But this is just one of the gorgeous places.

Today, Miss Su even has delicate patterns embroidered on her collar.

The places that were once tightly wrapped now reveal their true appearance against the backdrop of these patterns - a slender neck and elegant collarbone.

If the inner shirt allows this girl to show off her feminine curves, then the outer robe with loose and flowing sleeves adds a touch of elegance to Su Xiangran.

"Miss, why are you dressed like this today?" Madam Wu frowned and asked, "This seems a little too luxurious."

His face was full of dissatisfaction, as if "My young master doesn't like it" was written all over it.