The Classic of the Pulse

  The girl looked at Taiping Palace, although it had only been a little over a month, every blade of grass and wood here seemed to have left a familiar mark on her bones.

  Destruction has her share of power, and rebirth and reconstruction also have her share of power.

  Laughed, cried, feared, shocked and thrilled here, a month's experience is more than seventeen years.

  This road she used to walk on with ease, now every step is so difficult.

  If I don't go, she will never see me again and will be heartbroken; if I go...

  The girl bit her lower lip.

  Man's life is always faced with choices, but man's life should also be reckless once.

  The girl lifted her feet and stepped up the mountain, from initially walking slowly, to starting to jog, and finally sprinting along the stairs.

  Daughter, daughter, daughter.

  The two girls hastily retreated from the kitchen.

  This fool has a reputation as a jinx at home, and it's said that being around her will bring bad luck. Fortunately, there are Daoist nuns here to serve her, but they just need to put on a show. Unexpectedly, the foolish girl who usually ignores them suddenly entered the kitchen and even chased out the ones who were preparing to cook.

  "Hey, this fire can't be played with casually." one of them shouted, looking at the girl in the kitchen with a mix of fear and urgency.

  "What do you want? Say it and we'll get it done." Another one also said.

  Jiang Nang turned around and pointed the fire poker in her hand at them.

  "Go away," she said.

  Two girls screamed and ran away.

  Fools can fight too!

  They had just run away when the door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang", and the two girls let out another shrill cry.

  "What's wrong? Wife? What's wrong?" The servant girl also got a fright and hastily shouted.

  Two girls stared blankly at the person who had burst in.

  "Who are you?" they asked.

  "I'm Ban Cui." The servant girl ignored them, looked inside and shouted in a trembling voice, "Madam, Madam, Ban Cui is back, Ban Cui has come."

  Jiang Nang appeared at the kitchen door, still holding a fire poker in her hand, looking particularly comical.

  "Half celery." She said, looking over, her expression wooden, "You're back."

  Ya Tou's tears fell down with a plop, her vision was blurry, but she clearly saw her mother holding a fire poker.

  Fire stick...

  No one takes care of her anymore, does she have to cook for herself now?

  The girl burst into loud sobs and knelt down to hug Madame Cheng's legs.

  Whatever, offending the Cheng family, her parents had gone through the most difficult times, anyway they never had an easy time, she didn't care, she just followed her mother-in-law, wherever she went, it was fine, whether scolded or beaten or sold, as long as at this moment she was here.

  The two girls were stunned, and the little boy who came over at the sound was also dumbfounded.

  "Don't cry, it's annoying," said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  The girl hastily covered her mouth with her hand and wiped away tears. No, it wasn't the time to cry, she had things to do and shouldn't be crying.

  "Daughter, daughter, what do you want to eat? I'll make it." She said as she got up.

  Jiang Nang held up the fire poker in her hand to block her.

  "You stand and watch," she said.

  The girl was puzzled and looked at her with misty eyes.

  "Stand up and look at me." Chong Jiuniang said again, curving her mouth.

  She's smiling, she rarely smiles, it means she's very happy, the girl bites her lower lip and nods.

  Jiang Nang turned around and entered the kitchen.

  The calabaza in the Xuanmiao Temple has been peeled and sliced, and the gluten is also steamed. With a "dang" sound, the slices are quickly plated. When one stove is heating up the oil pot, the porridge on another stove is already bubbling.

  Aromas, oil fumes, and sizzling sounds mixed together in the kitchen.

  Before long, a dish of food, a bowl of rice and a piece of steamed bun were placed on the tray. From start to finish, the servant girl listened obediently at the door, staring intently without blinking.

  Jiang Nang picked up the tray and walked over.

  "Alright, dinner is ready," she said, "but unfortunately, I only made enough for myself. You can just keep looking."

  The girl burst into tears and then laughed.

  "Girl," she scolded, "you're teasing me again."

  The door was pulled up, blocking the view of the three people outside.

  Two girls with a look of astonishment on their faces, seemingly still in shock and haven't come back to themselves.

  "Foolish, can actually cook?" they muttered to themselves.

  The little boy was also stunned.

  Master Guan, why would you be so respectful to a foolish girl like me? Is it just because of the offerings from the Cheng family? No, that can't be it. Master Guan wouldn't act this way just for that reason.

  This girl is not stupid! She's not a fool!

  The girl in the house knelt on a cushion, staring at the woman eating in front of her, her eyes fixed and unblinking, as if she hadn't seen her for a long time.

  She never mentioned where she was going, and Cheng Jiaoniang naturally wouldn't ask either.

  The two sat facing each other, just like they used to.

  Jiang Nang indeed didn't hold back and finished all the dishes, putting down her chopsticks.

  The girl was about to get up and clean up, but Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and stopped her.

  "Half-chin, sit down and look at me," she said.

  Ya Tou was stunned for a moment, watching Cheng Jiaoniang put the bowl and chopsticks into the tray, got up and carried it out to open the door.

  Two young girls outside the door were somewhat flustered, although they still didn't know why they were flustered, but the inexplicable unease in their hearts drove them to do so, just like they did with other daughters-in-law at home.

  "Daughter, we're here." They said, stretching out their hands to greet her.

  Jiangniang handed the tray over to them, and the two maids put it down with a clatter, carrying it into the kitchen to clean up.

  Jiangniang was at the door and turned her head to look at Yatou.

  "Got it, Ban Jin?" she asked.

  The girl looked at her with a puzzled expression.

  "Half of the celery, I can take care of myself now, you can go with peace of mind." said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  The girl burst into tears instantly.

  "Mother, no, mother, half of the celery won't sell." She crawled over, crying.

  "It's time for you to go." said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  The girl looked up at her, sobbing uncontrollably.

  "Don't cry now, listen to me," said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  The girl suddenly returned to that stormy night again.

  Shut up, there's no time, the storm is about to start. Now, listen to me, you don't need to think or ask questions, just remember what I'm going to say next and do exactly as I say, one sentence, one step, not a single mistake allowed.

  She bit her lower lip and watched as Cheng Jiaoniang nodded heavily.

  "Half a celery, I've said it before, cooking is just a small path, very simple, as long as you put your heart into it, it's sincerity. You've already learned it now," said Cheng Jiaoniang, "So, you can go out and change your surroundings."

  The girl shook her head, tears streaming down, but still remembering that sentence I said, you listened, without saying a word.

  "This is for your own good, and also for mine. It's a win-win situation for both of us. Why should we let it go?" Jingniang continued, looking down at the tearful eyes of the maid in front of her, smiling slightly. "You can give up everything, including your family and life, to see me. I will naturally return you with an even better life."

  One more thing, the number of words is not that many, three more things, the number of words is not that much either. Today's three updates, everyone feel which one is good. By the way, asking for pink tickets, always asking awkwardly sorry, but still following my heart and thickening my skin to shout out loud hehe~RS