The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Chapter 243, Kill the Chicken to Warn the Monkey_1

In the past two days, Daohua had been busy taking care of the old lady, Madam Li, and the Wu Family, all sick, while also preparing things for the trip to Xingyun Prefecture, in addition to finding time to deal with affairs within the estate; she was utterly overwhelmed.

During this time, undercurrents surged among the members of the Yan Residence, and there were quite a few murmurs in private.

One noon, under the blazing sun, Daohua returned to the main compound from the third courtyard.

“Madam woke up for a while earlier and looked more spirited than the past couple of days, she even ate a bowl of bird’s nest porridge before going back to sleep,” Ping Tong volunteered the information without waiting for Daohua to ask.

Hearing this, Daohua’s mood instantly brightened considerably, “It’s good that Mother has an appetite, once a person feels like eating, their illness is likely to improve quickly.”

Ping Tong smiled and nodded, “Isn’t it just so.”

Daohua patted her stomach, feeling a bit hungry after being busy for most of the day, “Is there any more bird’s nest porridge? I might as well have some; I have to greet Jingwan when she brings things over later.”

There was a momentary pause in Ping Tong’s expression, and she hesitated to answer.

Seeing her like this, Daohua was a bit puzzled, “Sister Ping Tong, what’s wrong? Is there no more bird’s nest porridge?”

Ping Tong glanced at Daohua, hesitant about how to start; these days, the young miss had been so busy, she was already exhausted, and Ping Tong didn’t want to bother her with the affairs of the estate.

Moreover, the young miss was in charge of the kitchen, and to speak ill of the kitchen was to slap the young miss’s face.

Ping Tong didn’t want to say it, but Ping Xiao couldn’t keep things to herself and blurted out, “I don’t know what’s been going on with the kitchen these days, but the food they’ve been sending is either too little or too late.”

“I went to the kitchen this morning and told them that Madam wanted to have bird’s nest porridge when she woke up and asked them to prepare it. But near noon, they only sent over one bowl.”

“If Madam wakes up in the afternoon and wants more, I’m afraid we’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

Normally, a dish like bird’s nest porridge would be simmered and brought over to the main compound in a pot; the main compound had a small stove where it could be kept warm, allowing the masters to eat whenever they wished.

But now, the people in the kitchen had begun to neglect the main compound.

Daohua’s brow furrowed at once; she was not unaware of the idle chatter in the residence these past two days, but she had been too busy to deal with it.

Daohua suppressed the anger in her heart and looked toward Wang Manman, “Go call the Kitchen Manager here, I want to ask what’s going on.”

…

Soon, the Kitchen Manager arrived at the main compound, panting and feeling somewhat uneasy looking at the expressionless Daohua, “Young Miss, did you want to see me?” _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

Daohua responded indifferently, “I haven’t had lunch yet today, and since you made bird’s nest porridge for Mother this morning, go get what’s left; I’ll make do with some.”

The Kitchen Manager’s heart skipped a beat, and clutching her clothes, she appeared hesitant.

Daohua frowned, her voice growing colder, “From the look of you, it seems like a difficult task. Don’t tell me you ate the bird’s nest porridge?”

The Kitchen Manager trembled and fell to her knees with a ‘thump’, “Young Miss, it wasn’t me who ate it, it was Auntie Lin. Around noon, Xiyun, who serves Auntie Lin, came to the kitchen and insisted on taking the bird’s nest porridge away… ”

Anger flickered in Daohua’s eyes as she said coldly, “So, you, the Kitchen Manager, just let her take away my mother’s bird’s nest porridge?”

Although the Yan Family’s days were now a bit more prosperous, delicacies like bird’s nest were not consumed frequently by either the old lady or Madam Li; they were reserved for times of illness to help with recovery.

The Kitchen Manager replied, trembling, “Please, Miss, understand, I truly didn’t dare to stop her!”

“Bang!”