Chapter 231: They

Ning Yue Xue: "……"

Kang Zhi Dong, eat eat eat, how do you know only to eat, ah?

Ah, if you keep going like this, you'll be sold off and still have to count money for others; from now on I'll have to watch you closely.

The little maid, looking like a little adult, made the three adults who had stopped to watch them burst into laughter; she didn't dare to laugh out loud, fearing the child's thin face, feeling shy.

"What happy thing are you talking about? From far away I already heard your laughter; I hurried over a couple steps, the Old Lady was waiting." Jiang Fengsheng laughed hahaha; she is a martial artist, and having heard Yue Yue's words, she naturally heard them—not only was she not unhappy, she was actually a bit happy.

Four children; Kang Zhi Dong is the only child who hasn't received instruction; from a young age she was sent to Chun Hua Xue Yuan. On one hand, she wanted the fourth child to objectively choose what they like on their own; another reason is that she wanted to slack off.

Border battles never ceased; one after another, eight-hundred-li urgent dispatches were sent into the imperial palace.

When the nation faces peril, every commoner bears responsibility.

She had already made preparations; Kang Zhi Dong arrived at Yun chu's place, and she felt relieved.

And she also prepared to go onto the battlefield, to fight bloody battles—either the enemy dies, or… she perishes.

Seeing Yue Yue's little‑adult appearance, a little girl of the same age, yet shielding her son behind her, how could she not worry?

Then we're leaving.

Zi Su, go to the small kitchen and prepare the fruit tea.

Bai Zhi, find things and pack the pastries.

By the way, give me the stewed soup directly.

This time I came over, I didn't bring much—just some food.

"Yes!" The two maids bowed obediently; they could feel that the Princess Consort had changed, now possessing flesh and blood and emotion.

Formerly, the Princess Consort was like an aloof deity; nothing anyone did had any effect on her.

But……

Now she has changed; the Princess Consort has become a person, she has learned to laugh……

"Yun chu!" The Old Lady couldn't stay seated, she rose straight from her chair and took a few steps forward.

Zhuang Miao hurried forward to support her, fearing the Old Lady might bump into something; the Old Lady is old, so these things need attention.

"Grandmother." Jiang Yunchu quickly stepped two paces forward, then took hold of the grandmother's hand; her face showed no change, but she took the grandmother's pulse.

The previous deathly aura had already dissipated; the old hidden injuries were also gone.

However, years of illness have left her constitution inherently weak; these need gradual nurturing.

"Grandmother, I've boiled soup; I'll have you drink some later." Jiang Yunchu held the pot in one hand, and while speaking she lifted it and gave it a shake.

The grandmother replied with a smiling face, "Good, good, good—Yun chu makes soup for me, I'll drink it all."

After saying that, she still chuckled and patted Yun chu's hand, conveying a soothing tone.

"Grandmother, why don't you take a look at me?" At that moment, Jiang Yun Hui tilted her head.

She felt that both the Kang Clan and the Jiang Clan had been poisoned.

They had been poisoned with a poison called Jiang Yunchu!

No matter who, as soon as they saw the older sister, there was nothing else in their eyes—of course… even themselves were excluded.

"Yun Hui, you've come too? Hurry and sit down; the grandmother is cooking today, she's stir‑fried two small dishes." The grandmother laughed like a child, her tone still carrying a hint of pride.

"Good, I'll have a taste right now; the grandmother's skill must be excellent!" Jiang Yun Hui gave a hehe laugh, first placed the two little ones properly, then sat in their midst; later she will serve the dishes to the two children.

"The juniors have seen the Kang Clan grandmother, the Kang Clan master, the Kang Clan uncles, and the Kang Clan aunts." Apart from the Kang Clan's children, the other few children stood respectfully in two rows; each time they uttered a title, they slightly bowed in salute.

Every single one of those rites left no fault to be found.

"Hurry up, what are you doing? Here, just treat it as your own home." Zhuang Miao stood up and hurriedly got the children to rise, but the smile on her face could not be hidden.

Look at these rites and regulations, look at the bearing of these children all around— which of them will turn out to be mere mortals in the future?

Observing at age three predicts youth; at age seven predicts old age—this is not without reason.

"You sit at that table over there." Jiang Yunchu pointed to a direction; the food on the tables is the same, only that table is empty—surely it's prepared for the juniors.

"Yes." This time, including several Kang Clan children, they all performed a student salute.

Etiquette—they had already begun half a year ago, with two specialized etiquette classes each week; not only does it include Da Ning's etiquette, but also that of neighboring countries, extending from etiquette to national civilization, from civilization to national customs, from national customs to heroic figures, and then from people to find the nation's weaknesses.

Bit by bit, they are like sponges, constantly absorbing moisture and continually enriching themselves.

"Princess Consort, the fruit tea is ready." Zi Su followed by a line of Kang Fu maids, each holding a tray with the prepared fruit tea inside.

"Send it over." Jiang Yunchu smiled and sat down beside the grandmother.

Formerly the grandmother sat beside the grandfather; now the grandmother's side is Jiang Yunchu, the other side is Jiang Yun Hui, and Kang Mengxian sits on Jiang Yunchu's other side.

Originally the two elders occupied the seats of honor, but now she has taken the place of honor; although it's improper, no one dares to spoil the Old Lady's intention.

"Grandmother, have some soup to warm your stomach; you don't need to drink much, we'll eat later." She took the soup container from the basket, ladled it into a small bowl with a spoon, and handed it to the grandmother.

Good.

The grandmother took it with a chuckle, then took a sip; this soup was different again—Yun chu's stewed soup is different every time.

Is the taste acceptable?

When she stewed the soup, she put in medicinal herbs; the herbs' flavor would clash with the ingredients', and she worried the grandmother might not accept it, watching anxiously.

Delicious.

I didn't expect the grandmother to simply nod; this time it was winter melon rib soup, the medicinal herb flavor not strong, not masking the soup's fresh aroma.

"Grandfather, have a taste too." Jiang Yunchu poured out the soup and gave everyone a portion.

That's the flavor.

Kang Second Uncle narrowed his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it.

"Yun chu, ah, you don't know how long Second Uncle has craved this flavor—every time the grandmother drinks her soup, we still have to mutter, 'This is Yun chu's soup,' the key being that we're only allowed to smell it, not to drink it, ah."

"The Old Lady's grip is really tight."

After saying that, it wasn't enough; she also imitated the Old Lady's manner, saying, "Yun chu's soup that she made for me—if you're willing to drink it, go back and brew your own!"

After he finished speaking, Old Lady laughed happily and didn't refute.

Jiang Fengsheng laughed on the side, but his fingers showed no mercy, directly pinching his waist.

This guy, he's having another attack!