Chapter 20 The First Bucket of Gold

  "No, no, I don't dare, mistress, you've misunderstood me. I just want to serve the young lady well!"

  The little girl was frightened by Zhao's stern expression, her face turned pale as she waved her hands and hastily explained.

  Woe is me, Master deceived me! He said this job wouldn't be tiring, just follow Young Madam and keep a good eye on her. But before she even got close to the master, this stern old lady has already lost her temper?!

  "Are you serving well?" Zhao Ayi's right hand supported Wang Qifang, her left hand handed the silver corner to Xiaoyan, then pointed to the tea house diagonally opposite, "Alright, now I'll give you a task. Go to that tea house, book a private room, order a pot of tea and wait for Madame, got it?"

  “Ah...” The little girl followed Zhao's finger and looked over, in her line of sight was a three-room, two-story teahouse, with a flying roof, carved beams and painted pillars, exuding an air of elegance and refinement. Such a high-end place made the little girl's eyes widen in amazement, not to mention that it was her first time entering the county town. Even the local residents who had lived in the county town for a long time couldn't help but feel a few more points of admiration for this newly opened shop.

  Never had she seen such a luxurious teahouse, the little maid gulped and stuttered, "T-that is, Zhao Ayi, I-I mean, this servant will still follow Young Mistress!"

  "Hmph, ignorant thing," Old Mother Zhao, seasoned and discerning, could see right through Xiao Yatou's fear, and with a hint of amusement, stretched out her finger to poke at her forehead. "With your shrinking and timid demeanor, following Young Mistress around would only bring shame to her. Off you go, enter and hand the silver ingot to the servant, tell him you want a private room and it'll be done!"

  "Oh!"

  Actually, Xiaoyao also wanted to go in and have a look, after listening to Zhao's words, as if she had been given courage, holding the silver ingot tightly, she ran excitedly towards the teahouse, completely forgetting the instructions of Feng Tiejun and his wife when they left the house.

  "Seventh girl, come on, let's go in!"

  Watching the little girl skip into the teahouse, Zhao's mouth curled up with a satisfied smile - humph, if she, Zhao, couldn't even handle a little girl like that, then it would be a waste of all those years serving in the Wang and Zhao households.

  "Ah!"

  Wang Qifang was lost in thought, not paying much attention to the scene before her eyes. Now she only wanted to know one thing, that is, whether she was pregnant or not. After all, this result directly related to her future, and she couldn't help but take it seriously!

  The master and servant each with their own thoughts walked into the clinic together.

  "Seventh girl, you go to the teahouse and take a break first, I'll go pick some medicine!"

  Half a time later, Qi Fang walked out with a gloomy face, while Zhao's nurse was delighted to take a prescription and rushed to the next medicine room to grab some tonic.

  "Oh, okay!"

  Wang Qifang's mood was complex, on the one hand, the residual joy of her own, on the other hand, was her own annoyance. Yes, it was indeed annoying, because just now, that so-called best doctor in the county town had told her categorically that she was already three months pregnant, and the fetus was in good condition, and seven months later, she would be able to give birth to a white and chubby little bun.

  Having a child? Please, I'm still an unmarried girl, how can I become a mother without even taking the first step?!

  Originally, Wang Qifang had made up her mind to take advantage of her stay at the farm to save some money for Xiaoyu, as a compensation for taking someone else's mother's place; but the existence of this little bun in her belly completely disrupted her plan, and she was really unsure if she could leave without any worries after giving birth.

  Otherwise, take the child away? That's even more impossible. If Zhao's family knew she was pregnant, they would take the child back to the Zhao's house, even if it meant divorcing her. How could they let her take the Zhao's bloodline away?!

  Sigh, let's just take it one step at a time then.

  Qifang walked into the teahouse with a gloomy expression and went upstairs to look for the private room that Xiaoyu had booked.

  As she walked in, Wang Qifang only discovered that this place was called a private room, but it was actually just a small space separated by screens, not the fully enclosed elegant room she had seen in restaurants or teahouses in her previous life.

  Let's not mention Wang Qifang, and talk about that little girl who easily plucked up the courage to come to the teahouse. Following Zhao Ayi's instructions, she ordered a private room and sat alone curiously behind the screen partition, ordering nothing, looking around everywhere.

  At first, she was quite enthusiastic, but as time went on, the guests were all chatting and laughing together with their friends or family, drinking tea and eating fruit, while she sat there like a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city, swallowing her saliva and watching others eat and drink. The occasional passing young man would also give her a look of undisguised disdain, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

  Now that she saw her master had finally arrived, she let out a big sigh of relief and stood up from afar to greet the young mistress.

  Wang Qifang heard the voice of the little girl and walked over. When she approached, she clearly heard the little girl's sigh of relief.

  "What can I get for you, sir?"

  The young waiter's eyes were sharp, and as soon as Wang Qifang sat down, he noticed her and quickly ran to the table edge, holding a white towel in his hand, warmly greeting her.

  "Bring me a pot of green tea and also bring two plates of fresh dim sum!"

  Wang Qifang became familiar with the current social food and drink after a few days. According to historical records, during the Tang Dynasty, people still drank tuan tea, not fried tea. However, since Li Jue, the founding merit of the country, invented green tea and black tea, various tea drinks also began to rise quietly. After a hundred years of development, fried tea gradually moved from the noble circle to ordinary civilians.

  Nowadays, most of the tea sold on the market is stir-fried and tastes almost the same as before.

  "Ah, okay!"

  The young fellow was very quick, and before long he came back with a tray, on which were a small tea set, two hot steamed buns and some sweet pastries.

  "Little girl, eat!"

  Wang Qifang, who was pregnant and not feeling well, poured herself a cup of hot tea. Seeing the little maid staring at the steaming buns on the table with drool, she smiled and said to her.

  “…gulp” The little girl swallowed the saliva in her mouth, reluctantly moving her gaze away from the baozi, and said to Wang Qifang with a hint of shyness: "I'm not hungry, let the young lady eat instead!"

  "I'm not eating, this is what I bought for you. You served well today, Madam, I'm very satisfied," Xiaofang knew that Zhao Ayi didn't want anyone to know about her pregnancy, and to be honest, she herself didn't want anyone to know before making a final decision. Zhao Ayi was the person Wang Xiaofang trusted most, so naturally she wouldn't say anything out of place, but this little maid had the opportunity to talk too much, so Wang Xiaofang needed to shut her up.

  "What's that you're eating?"

  The little girl seemed to have smelled the meat fragrance of the filling in the bun. She swallowed her saliva quietly and asked.

  At this time, a soft and sweet female voice came from the private room separated by the screen, which happened to echo Xiao Yu's question.

  "Anyway, if people want to eat sour things, it's best to have a sweet and sour tomato!"

  "Oh dear, my aunt, it's early spring now, where can I go to find tomatoes?"

  "Whatever, whatever, just don't care. They give birth to kids for you, but can't even afford something tasty to eat, they just don't care!"

  Tomatoes? Wang Qifang's mind turned slightly, ah yes, there were still some tomatoes in her space, maybe she could use them to dig up her first pot of gold...

  PS: Waaah, I'm already 17th! Just two more places to go and I'll be on the charts! Dear friends, please give me some more support!!!