Qing Dynasty: Pampering The Queen

As soon as the bird's nest soup entered the mouth, Da Fujin's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help nodding to Mu Jin and said with a smile: "This bird's nest soup is very good!"

Mu Jin smiled and said, "Da Fujin likes to use more."

"Well, then I'm not being polite."

Before he knew it, Da Fujin used up most of the bowl of bird's nest soup, as if he still had something to say.

Sister Qing and Zi Mo all showed joy, smiling like flowers.

Sister Qing smiled attentively: "Da Fujin has a really good appetite today, I'm so happy to know! Mu Gege, is there any more bird's nest soup? It's rare for us Fujin to have such a good appetite, if there is one."

It was impolite to say this logically, but it was rare for Da Fujin to have such a good appetite, and Sister Qing couldn't help but asked.

Mu Jin nodded and smiled, "It's my honor that Da Fujin likes it, so I'll make another bowl."

Da Fujin was also quite surprised that he had such a good appetite, he didn't think much of it, and he used up most of the bowl of bird's nest soup.

Immediately, he smiled embarrassedly and said: "Let Mugege see the joke, your stewed bird's nest soup is really good."

Mu Jin smiled and said a few words of politeness, then went to fill another half of the bowl herself.

Da Fujin used up half of the bowl again.

Qing Momo was so happy that she secretly turned around to wipe away her tears, Zi Mo grinned so much that her mouth almost reached her ears, Mu Jin was deeply surprised, how poor Dafu Jin's appetite is on weekdays.

For a moment, Mother Qing, Zi Mo and the others looked at Mu Jin differently, showing a bit of respect from the bottom of their hearts.

Da Fujin was even more embarrassed, rinsed his mouth and said with a smile: "The slaves here at Mugege are really skillful. This bird's nest is stewed very well. It's not an exaggeration. I've never used such a good bird's nest soup."

Mu Jin smiled reservedly: "Dafujin is absurd, this bird's nest soup is stewed by the servant himself. In the past, I often stewed it for the fourth master, and the servant is quite skilled in this job."

Da Fujin was stunned for a moment, and laughed again and again in embarrassment: "So you stewed it yourself, I thought——sorry, sorry!"

Mu Jin smiled and shook her head, "Da Fujin doesn't have to be so polite."

The two were talking, and when the banquet was about to start, Mu Jin accompanied Da Fujin to Si Fujin.

After explaining clearly to Si Fujin, he left.

The seat she was supposed to sit at was in another place, not at the same place as Dafujin, Sifujin, etc.

The mistresses have places where the mistresses should go, and concubines naturally have other places for concubines.

Mu Jin laughed at herself, although she couldn't say that she didn't like it or cared too much, but she was still a little uncomfortable.

After all, being a concubine is not something she likes.

But it's up to her whether she likes it or not.

Reality is so fucked up.

The only consolation is that fourth master is not bad.

"Hey, stop!"

"Hey, Miss Ben is calling you, stop!"

If Mu Jin didn't take the first call seriously, then she can finally be sure that this second call is calling herself.

Mu Jin stopped and subconsciously turned around.

Then he saw a cheongsam with pomegranate red embroidered butterflies and a waistcoat of the same color with gold-edged twigs. Two bright girls with bright jewels on their heads came towards him with a maid.

Mu Jin smiled wryly to herself, Fujin's direct sister, Wulana Lafuyu.

Today is Fujin's birthday, so people from Fujin's natal family will naturally come, and there are quite a few of them.

It's not a big problem for the other guest, Mu Jin, to remember it or not, but Fujin's mother and direct sister, Mu Jin, took a double look and remembered it.

Ask for tickets, ask for tickets, ask for tickets~~~

See you tomorrow!