After stepping over the threshold, Feng Hao gave orders in a loud voice and chased him out.
"Look what's delicious, bring some back!"
Feng Zhiwei's footsteps stopped on the threshold for a moment, and then she left without turning her head. Behind her, she vaguely heard that Niang held Feng Hao in her arms and comforted her in a low voice.
Feng Zhiwei has no expression - as an adopted daughter, she should not express any dissatisfaction with her son being favored.
Although, only she knows that Feng Hao is actually just an adopted son, but at least he is a male, and he is the species that can pass on the Feng family name in the future.
To be honest, Mrs. Feng was able to carry her burden all the time during the most difficult times, and never told anyone that she was not her biological daughter, so she was grateful enough for her to stay in the snobby Qiu Mansion.
As for those family affection and warmth... Forget it, life may not be in my hands, so what else can I hope for
The big kitchen was in a mess at this time, busy preparing the latest and exquisite snacks for the picky eater princess. Princess Shaoning is the most beloved daughter today. Lost, it took a lot of effort to find it. On the day the princess was found, there was an auspicious scene in the sky. Soon after, she conquered the capital and established the Tiansheng Dynasty. Therefore, His Majesty always regards this daughter as a lucky star and loves her very much.
Feng Zhiwei quietly entered the kitchen through the side door. She still had the same yellow face, her brows were drawn untidyly, but with just these two changes, her whole appearance and temperament changed drastically, making it impossible for people to take a second look. .
There are large and small steamers specially set up in the kitchen, the heat is so hot that people's faces can't be seen clearly, there is a strange sweet smell in the air, I don't know what new snacks are being made, Feng Zhiwei didn't want to disturb anyone, so she quietly looked for An empty stove, pour water into the pot, and prepare to reheat the steamed buns.
There were some delicious food on the chopping board, but Feng Zhiwei didn't even look at it—it was because Feng Hao asked her to bring some delicious food, it was because he was ignorant, and given the embarrassing position of her mother and daughter in the mansion, she just begged others not to. Embarrassment is fine, how can there be more troubles.
It's just that the aroma is really unbearable... Feng Zhiwei rubbed his belly, feeling even hungrier.
She waited intently for the water to boil, she didn't notice that someone had sneaked in at the door of the kitchen, and she didn't notice that several cooks seemed to be working seriously, but their eyes flicked in this direction intentionally or unintentionally.
The water in the pot was gurgling and steaming, Feng Zhiwei didn't dare to stay longer, the water boiled for a while and then she went to lift the pot, counting that the steamed buns were half-heated and it was done, just as her hands touched the skin of the steamed buns, she suddenly heard a crisp sound .
"Crack!"
At the same time, as quickly as if waiting aside, the cook's screams rang out.
"There are thieves! The imperial food offered for offering has been stolen!"
Feng Zhiwei was startled, immediately withdrew her hands, straightened up quickly, no matter how hot the steamed bun was, she grabbed it and stuffed it in her arms, turned around and ran towards the rear window - two steps away was the rear window of the kitchen, the window was very low, and the window was very low. Going out is a coppice of flowers and rocks, as long as she can get out, she will have a way to get out, no matter what, she shouldn't be here at this moment.
However, she was one step too late.
It's not that she didn't react quickly, but just as she ran out, she saw someone rushing in that direction first, climbing over the window edge and flipping out, probably too panicked, sprained her foot just after falling, and vaguely heard "Ouch!" call.
familiar voice.
Feng Zhiwei stopped.
She stood in front of the window, her eyes drooping, and complex intertwined expressions such as anger, helplessness, worry, and hatred flashed across her face in an instant.
Then she took a deep breath, turned around, and put the steamed buns back into the pot quickly and steadily.
Now it is impossible to open the window again, and the painful breath under the window told her that the person who stole the food would not be able to move, and she would be found together when she opened it, and it would be even more difficult to tell.
At this time, the kitchen had already exploded into a commotion, and the stewards and cooks from the outside rushed over.
"It's you..." At first, an old lady looked at Feng Zhiwei who was standing behind the window, her tone was exasperated and surprised, but there was a hint of smug joy in her eyes.
Feng Zhiwei secretly called out bad luck—this is Aunt An, who is in charge of the kitchen, an old widow who lost her husband in the early years. She always wanted to sleep with the powerful Guanshi Liu in the outer courtyard, but Guanshi thought her old face was as pink as an orange peel. Unable to wipe it off, she only wanted to sleep with the young Feng Zhiwei, and the old woman had disliked her for a long time.
Mrs. An's eyes turned quickly on the case, and suddenly her complexion changed drastically, and she rushed over.
"You actually destroyed the swiftlet fruit enshrined to the princess!"
Because the window sash was wide open, the steam dissipated, and a jade cup carefully covered with a silver wire cover appeared on the desk, but now the silver wire cover was turned aside, the jade cup was half-tilted, and the semi-solidified cheese-like substance inside flowed full. The table is full, and there are still a few black fingerprints on the side of the jade cup, which looks very dirty and messy.
The sweet fragrance in the air became more intense, Feng Zhiwei inhaled slightly, and his heart sank a bit, although he didn't know what it was, but it was obvious that it was an absolute treasure.
"How do I explain this? How do I explain this!" Aunt An originally wanted to embarrass Feng Zhiwei a little, but when she found someone coming in, she kept her expression on her face. She didn't want to move to provide Shao Ning's meal, and it was about to pass on the meal. This time it really caused a catastrophe, she stared at Feng Zhiwei with hatred, if she had taken advantage of the situation before, now she really hates it to the bone.
There was a faint abnormal sound coming from under the window, like the sound of something accidentally rubbing against the wall, but it was covered by Mrs. An's heavy breathing, Feng Zhiwei's face was calm, and she squeezed her fingers slightly.
"Miss Feng..." A middle-aged woman next to Mrs. An drew a gloomy ending and her face was ashen, "This swiftlet fruit was purchased by the second son from Da Viet with a lot of hard work. One or two is enough. Thousands of gold, steamed nine times and sunned nine times in a non-secret method, with more than ten kinds of fine materials such as snow mountain purple sun, and only expensive black stone wood as firewood in the whole process... How much did it cost to make this one? Regardless of how much effort has been spent, these are all unique treasures, what do you want us to offer as offerings to the princess tomorrow?"
Feng Zhiwei was annoyed when she heard the names of these ingredients that represented gold and silver, took a deep breath and said, "I'm just here to warm up the steamed buns, I didn't touch that one."