Chapter 267

Jiang Xiaoxiao ate with oil all over her mouth, just laughing foolishly.

She couldn't eat the big fat fish on the ship, so it was fine to eat some shrimp meat to satisfy her craving.

While the mother and daughter were happily eating shrimp seaweed dumplings, a maid with a slender and tall figure walked down from the second floor of the merchant ship, buried her head, and went straight to the stern cabin.

This kind of merchant ship generally had a two-layer structure. The deck was a structure located above the inner floor, used to cover the space inside the ship, and had guest rooms for merchants to rest.

And below the deck were various ship cabins. Except for the bow cabin and stern cabin, which were places to store objects, the middle part was the cargo hold where important goods were stored.

Next to the cargo hold was the boiler cabin, which only had two ship workers responsible for boiling water.

"Is Assistant Cook Yu here?"

As soon as the two busy ship workers raised their heads, they recognized that she was the maid beside the wealthy mistress, and nodded diligently, turning to shout into the kitchen cabin: "Old Yu, someone is looking for you."

Inside the boiler cabin was the place where the head chef cooked food for the people on the ship, and there were two assistant cooks taking turns to help.

The Assistant Cook Yu she was looking for was one of them.

Not long after, Assistant Cook Yu came out. He was a man in his thirties or forties, big and thick, with an apron tied around his waist that was so dirty that the color couldn't be seen.

There was a hideous scar on his face from his forehead to his chin, looking very terrifying.

"Scarhead Yu, the little girl is looking for you." One of the ship workers looked at his dirty body helplessly, and the apron around his waist was still stained with the blood of the fat fish just slaughtered. He didn't pay attention to his image at all, and wasn't afraid of this girl disliking him.

"Do your work, why so much talk." Scarhead Yu pulled off the apron around his waist and wiped the residual blood on his hands casually.

The maid scanned the two ship workers on the side, then took out two silver ingots from her pouch, smiled, and stuffed them into their hands: "Sorry to trouble the two big brothers. My mistress is seasick and feels really uncomfortable. Let me come to Assistant Cook Liu to ask for some fresh ginger to soak in water to drink. My mistress has always liked quiet, and I hope the two big brothers won't spread this matter."

"Hey, okay, okay, our mouths are tight." The two ship workers responded hurriedly.

"Fresh ginger is in the cargo hold, follow me." Scarhead Yu glanced at the ship workers who were so happy because of the two silver ingots, turned, and entered the cargo hold next to him.

The maid turned and followed in.

Once inside, the musty and sour smell of various ingredients rushed toward her face.

The cramped cargo hold was piled with various ingredients, rice and grains piled against the cabin wall for an unknown amount of time, beans that were dried and not easy to mold, fish dried for an unknown amount of time... various smells mixed together, forming a more unpleasant smell.

Scarhead Yu seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and dug out two pieces of barely fresh ginger from the corner of a pile of pickled vegetable jars.

There was no supply on the ship, so enough food reserves had to be carried to meet the supply of hundreds of crew members. But vegetables were easy to spoil, so for the convenience of storage, they were generally salted in advance and made into pickled vegetables.

The vegetable soup that Jiang Xiaoxiao felt was bad before was made by throwing two handfuls of pickled vegetables into the pot and boiling them.

"Where is the thing?" She didn't take the ginger pieces handed over by Scarhead Yu, looking at the dirty ginger pieces, a flash of disgust in her eyes.

Only then did Scarhead Yu impatiently take out a bag of medicine from the inner lining of his dirty outer shirt, "This Monghan Powder can make people fall asleep with just a little bit, sleeping soundly. Don't put too much, it's not good to cause human life."

The maid hurriedly took the medicine bag, opened it, and saw the fine white powder inside, which would not be noticed when melted in water.

She didn't care at all, put the medicine bag into her arms, and said impatiently: "Got it."

After saying this, she turned and walked out. The smell in this cargo hold was really unpleasant, and she was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would vomit.

"Ying'er." Scarhead Yu suddenly called her.

"The heart to guard against others is indispensable, and the heart to harm others... is also not allowed. Stop after you get the money."

Yu Ying'er's footsteps paused.

She looked back at the scar on Scarhead Yu's face that almost crossed his whole face, and said coldly: "What is the heart to harm others? I just don't want to be a slave for a lifetime, being ordered around by others. Is this wrong?"

Scarhead Yu paused and was silent.

His fingers holding the ginger pieces tightened, then he walked over quickly and stuffed the ginger pieces into Ying'er's hand regardless, "Don't forget to take the things back."

After saying this, he didn't look at Yu Ying'er again and walked out of the cargo hold quickly.

Yu Ying'er pursed her lips, then also left the cargo hold and returned to the deck.

The thin white sunlight shone on the deck through the clouds, falling on her body warmly, dispelling the dampness brought out from the dark and cramped cargo hold.

Only then did Yu Ying'er breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Sister Ying'er!"

At this time, the maid Yu'er patted her on the shoulder from behind, "What are you doing here?"

Yu Ying'er was startled, but soon calmed down, tidied up her slightly messy clothes, pulled her lips, and smiled: "It's really cold staying on this ship for a long time, I came out to sunbathe."

Yu'er didn't doubt it, took out two round red lychees from her arms and stuffed them into her hand, and blinked at her with a smile: "The mistress rewarded them, take two to eat, and I will send the rest to Xiaoxiao."

Yu Ying'er looked at the lychees full in Yu'er's arms, fresh and dripping, the greed in her eyes flashed, but she didn't show it at all on her face.

She pouted, her tone carried a bit of dissatisfaction: "A girl from the countryside, why are you always rushing to please her? Isn't it just giving the mistress two medicine pills? Why send such precious food to them."

This lychee was a rare fruit that most wealthy families couldn't afford to eat, even in the capital.

A country girl, I'm afraid she hadn't even seen such precious things, it's a waste to give it to them.

"Sister Ying'er, you can't say that. Xiaoxiao is kind-hearted and treats my mistress so well. These lychees can't be kept for a long time, so it doesn't matter to send a few as a thank-you gift." Yu'er shook her head, carefully wrapped the lychees in her arms with a cloth, and walked toward the guest cabin not far away, "The mistress just rested not long ago, you go help look after her, I'll be back soon."

Yu Ying'er looked at the lychees in her hand and bit her lip lightly.

Actually, what she wanted was not just money.

Such delicious lychees, she wanted to eat as many as she wanted every day. If the mistress was gone, then, would she have a chance to climb onto that bed...

The handsome face of the Prince in her memory appeared and disappeared, and the look he cast at her inadvertently made her young girl's heart beat uncontrollably...

Mistress, oh Mistress, it's you who don't know what's good for you, occupying the Prince's favor and being willful and reckless.

Since you don't like this position of Princess Consort, then let someone else sit on it.

Thinking of this, Yu Ying'er seemed to have made some decision, and strode toward the guest room on the second floor.