Memoirs Of A Widower’s Reform

Chapter 20

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"Master, please try this. It's a new snack from the capital. It's sweet but not greasy, and has a crispy crust. Perhaps you will like it." Inside the comfortable carriage, a handsome servant half-knelt in front of the man and very carefully brought him a box of exquisite snacks.

Another equally handsome servant was kneeling beside him, massaging the man's legs with just the right amount of force.

Since getting in touch with his cousin who is the prince's daughter, Jiang Mengzhen's life has improved a lot.

His usual dressing box was brought over, as were several servants who served him in the house and the two shadow guards who were responsible for his safety.

There were people to serve them with food and clothing, and even the interior of the carriage was remodeled. Although it still looked plain from the outside, it was equipped with soft cushions, incense burners, and a recliner, so they didn't shake when walking on bumpy roads.

He was tired of dealing with things, and there was someone to massage his muscles and bones. Of course, it was not as comfortable as the house in the capital, but it was definitely much more comfortable than Hao Cheng's little shabby house.

Jiang Mengzhen closed his eyes and enjoyed it without even raising his eyelids: "Take it out and reward it."

"This snack was specially ordered by the princess." Mo Qing, who had a very beautiful face, quickly shed tears, looking pitiful and weak.

Zhulu, the servant who was massaging Jiang Mengzhen's legs, scolded him: "The master is not a princess, so she cannot appreciate your delicate appearance. If I tell you to go out and reward you, then do it obediently. Who are you pretending to be pitiful for? Get out of here quickly."

He was the one who married into the general's mansion with Jiang Mengzhen. He was very trusted by Jiang Mengzhen and was also a first-class servant. Naturally, he was qualified to reprimand Mo Qing, who was a third-class servant.

Jiang Mengzhen didn't say anything, so Mo Qing wiped away her tears, bit her lip, and went out holding the snack box.

After Mo Qing, who was delivering snacks, got out of the carriage and went to the back, Jiang Mengzhen spoke: "You have a sharp tongue."

Zhulu kneaded the other side and said, "I have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. It's because the master is kind-hearted. If I wasn't more aggressive, wouldn't you be bullied by this little bitch? I don't know what's wrong with me. I dare to show off my charm in front of you. It's a good thing that the other person died a long time ago, otherwise, looking at his appearance, I'm afraid he would be able to seduce people to death. I don't know what the princess was thinking to pick such a bastard."

Although his master has no interest in women, that was caused by the old master and the former young wife whom he didn't even want to mention. Jiang Mengzhen has even less interest in men, so there's no way he can be a homosexual.

"Cousin, maybe you think he served me well. Anyway, he is not my man. I will return him to Beijing." Jiang Mengzhen laughed softly and changed the subject with one sentence, "I have been away from home these few days. How is the situation in Beijing?"

Although his cousin Bing Xin was smart, she didn't want to interfere in the affairs of a man who married someone else, and the letter she sent contained too little information.

Zhu Lu sighed: "When the master was not at home, the old lady always wanted to take back the housekeeper's power. There was no one in our house who could resist the old lady. The housekeeper was unwilling and had to hand over the power."

Jiang Mengzhen still squinted his eyes, tapping the handle of the recliner rhythmically with his hands.

Seeing this, the latter said: "It doesn't matter if you hand it over. Anyway, the things in the mansion are just for show. It's just that everyone in the mansion is thinking about you. If you go back, everyone will have a backbone, right?"

Jiang Mengzhen didn't say anything. After a moment, he only said: "It will take some time to return to Beijing. If you suffer a loss, you have to make it up to others."

"Who is so bold as to let you suffer a loss?"

Zhulu was curious because when his master was still a young man in the boudoir, few people could make him suffer.

He is Jiang Mengzhen's stepfather, his father in name only. He is kind-hearted and tactful, but he only succeeded in cheating his master once. Afterwards, he suffered even greater revenge. Now he can't even have a child. He can only watch his wife and servants from one room after another being brought to the mansion.

He also didn't know that Jiang Mengzhen was being chased and fell off the cliff. The group of killers had been dealt with long ago. Logically speaking, all the other people were dead, so there was no question of revenge.

He really couldn't imagine who was so bold as to tease his master.

Thinking of Hao Cheng's appearance, Jiang Mengzhen smiled: "It's nothing, just a weak scholar who is bold and reckless. When we find him, we will let him be a cook in our house." He missed Hao Cheng a little, and missed her cooking skills.

The food the scholar cooked was not the most delicacy in the world, but the taste was surprisingly to his liking.

A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. How could a woman who studies become a lowly cook? It was unknown what the scholar had done to offend his master. Jiang Mengzhen smiled, and Zhu Lu felt a little more sympathy for the scholar whom he had never met.

After all, in the capital, no matter how famous a culinary skill is, it is not as respected as a scholar. Those women care most about their reputation. If they are pedantic, they might commit suicide out of shame and anger.

Hao Cheng, who was far away in Mingzhou City, sneezed several times in succession and almost dropped the gift from the new neighbor.

She smiled and said to the woman in front of her, "I may have caught a cold. Sorry. I like the things you gave me very much. I just moved here not long ago and I am not familiar with Mingzhou City. Please take care of me."

The tall woman in front of her smiled and said, "Nothing, I just rented this place. Let me introduce myself. My name is Qiao Mu, I'm twenty years old and I haven't married yet."

Hao Cheng smiled and said: "Well, I am two years younger than you, so you can just call me Hao Cheng."

"I just said that I have not married yet. Shouldn't I also tell you about my own situation, sister?"

Do I have to mention my marital status when introducing myself? Hao Cheng felt it was a bit strange, but he still said: "I'm not married yet."

The woman's eyes lit up: "Do you have a sweetheart?"

Why does she feel like a matchmaker? But I've never seen such a young matchmaker. Hao Cheng frowned and said, "There's no need to talk about this. If you don't have anything else to do, I'll go in first."

Seeing Hao Cheng turning around to leave, the woman hurriedly called her: "Wait, wait..."

"I'm just asking out of curiosity. I mean no harm to you. Please don't take it personally. How about this, I'll treat you. If you can't make amends, let's go to Yueyang Tower! You can eat as much as you want, I'll pay for it!"

Yueyang Tower is the best restaurant in Mingzhou City. If you order the most expensive dishes, you can spend fifty taels of silver for one meal, and the minimum consumption is several taels. Hao Cheng wanted to study the local food culture, but he was reluctant to waste that money.

Seeing her expression, Qiao Mu added: "If you feel embarrassed, help me clean up the house when you come back!"

Qiao Mu was dressed luxuriously and gave expensive gifts to his neighbors. It was obvious that he was a wealthy man as he was moving. Hao Cheng hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked into the house.

The new neighbor behind her shouted: "Don't go, I am wrong!"

Hao Cheng turned around, smiling brightly: "You go get the silver, I'll go lock the door."

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