Jiang Sinian sneered disdainfully, "She is worthy of a country girl?"
Chen Ruyin breathed out slowly. "What was the situation at home like before Song Yutang came, and what is it like now? Do you really think that she is angry today just because of trivial things between women? Her real purpose is to make friends with Zhao Cuifeng. And then through Zhao Cuifeng, she will declare to everyone in Cloud City that she, Song Yutang, is the real mistress of the Jiang Family."
Once a person has a status, the network resources will naturally be wider, and it will be more convenient to do things. Step by step, we have reached today, and everything is connected. Do you still think she is a fuel-efficient lamp?"
Jiang Qingyu had long seen that Song Yutang was not easy to mess with, and rubbed his temples irritably. "What should we do? We can't just watch her step on us all."
"The fact that the old man didn't directly drive us out shows that he still misses the friendship we have had for so many years. He is also afraid that if he strikes too harshly, both parties will be hurt and the foundation of the Jiang Family will be damaged. Otherwise, do you think that Jiang Guoqiang has been back for so long, why can you still hold the position of president of the company?"
The corner of Chen Ruyin's mouth raised a cold arc. "The reason why he is gradually hating us now is because Song Yutang always instigates slander in front of him, giving him a better choice. Without Song Yutang's instigation, he can only maintain the status quo."
Jiang Qingyu's eyes lit up and he immediately understood what she meant. "Mom, do you mean... or should we continue with the previous plan?"
Chen Ruyin's eyes were gloomy. "No matter what the current situation is, the core root cause lies with Song Yutang. Without Song Yutang's provocation, Jiang Guoqiang cannot make any trouble."
Jiang Qingyu frowned. "Cheng Yun's useless thing doesn't seem to arouse Song Yutang's interest. During this period, I didn't take the initiative to contact him."
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Ruyin's eyes. "If it's not soft, then use something hard. If there is no handle, then create one. As long as you catch Song Yutang's handle, I don't believe that the old immortal will have no knots in his heart..."
After breakfast, Song Yutang went directly to the study.
The work of the foundation is part-time and does not require you to go to work every day.
She has almost taken care of everything in the past few days, and the project to support poor students is also progressing steadily.
It's also time to free up your hands and do something else.
Song Yutang took out the notebook that he had photographed before lighting up the sky lantern from the safe, sat down at the desk, and opened it page by page.
Every page is filled with familiar handwriting and familiar recipes.
Some have added notes next to them:
[The Crown Princess said the heat was over, so she turned the fire from strong to medium.]
[The Crown Princess doesn't like sweetness, so reduce the sugar by three points.]
[The Crown Princess doesn't like it to be soft and rotten, so just blanch it until it's medium-rare...]
Everything is Song Yutang's preference.
As she watched, her eyes couldn't help but heat up.
Bada--
A tear fell on the paper.
Song Yutang was shocked and quickly wiped away his tears with a tissue.
This was the only thought left to her by Shuangxi. Once it was destroyed, she would never be able to find it again.
In fact, during this time, she also tried to find traces of people close to her in history books.
He Shuangxi later left the palace, opened a restaurant as he wished, and even received a plaque from his cheap son Muzong.
Although I don't know if he has found his sister, he has accepted many apprentices, and his cooking skills have been passed down to this day, and he is regarded as the God of Cooking.
But a legend is a legend after all.
It wasn't until she saw this notebook that she truly felt that those people really existed.
Song Yutang turned another page.
This page describes a fried dessert.
There is a line of small words on the side that says: [The princess is too thoughtful and prone to excessive heat, so she should not eat too much fried and hot food. If she wants to eat it, she should take it with something that promotes body fluids and moisturizes the lungs to control the dryness and heat.]
"Pfft..."
Song Yutang was stunned and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This is the word Yu Suqiu.
Suqiu was originally the legitimate daughter of the Hou family. Due to her parents' favoritism, she married the violent heir apparent of the Duke of Guo on behalf of her adopted sister.
He was beaten every day, and his baby, who was still several months old, was aborted alive.
Later, she begged Song Yutang. Seeing that she had helped her before, Song Yutang gave her advice to send her husband away.
Suqiu couldn't stay at her parents' home any longer, so she took the initiative to seek asylum at the Eastern Palace.
Later, she became a female officer beside her and was loyal and loyal.
She left little ink in history.
Only in the records about Muzong of Jing, it is mentioned that Muzong lost his mother when he was young and was raised by Lady Yu, the female official next to Empress Dowager Duanyi.
Lady Yu never remarried and spent her old age in the palace as a concubine.
After his death, he was buried with Empress Dowager Duanyi as a concubine.
At least judging from the history books, it was quite satisfactory.
But in those years of the Jing Dynasty, Song Yutang had many people around him.
From the palace maids and eunuchs to the princes and ministers, most of the records about other people are vague.
Those years that blurred to the Jing Dynasty are really as far away as a dream.
Now the only thing that can be held in hand is this notebook.
It was Shuangxi and Suqiu across time and space, the only thing left to her.
So she decided to take a photo of it even at the risk.
But after taking pictures, I naturally have to make the best use of them.
Song Yutang wiped away her tears, took out the paper and pen that she had prepared long ago from the drawer, and copied down the recipe bit by bit.
Halfway through copying, the WeChat prompt sounded several times in succession.
She picked it up and saw that it was from Top Star Brother:
[I have a friend who is a doctor in the Department of Neurology. He has been free recently and can make house calls. I heard that your brother-in-law is suffering from mental illness and his biological mother does not recognize him. He insists on finding an outsider to be his mother. Do you want to introduce him to her?]
Song Yutang:[???]
Jiang Muyan: [I have a friend who is a neurologist and wants to make a visit. I wonder if you have any patients to recommend.]
Song Yutang thought for a long time, with goosebumps rising: [How do you know I want to see a neurologist?]
If she remembered correctly, she had only thought about this matter in her mind and hadn't mentioned it yet, right?
"..."
Oops, my performance was too positive and it aroused the other party's alarm.
Jiang Muyan Of course he can't say: he can hear her voice. Of course he must satisfy what she wants.
Moreover, it must be solemnly stated that Top Star Brother is not the kind of person who only values money, but rather values friendship. In addition to transactions, they can also talk about friendship.
So I can only make up a lie: [I saw it at the auction that day.]
Song Yutang:[What did you see?]
Jiang Muyan: [If it weren't for the support of Butler Wang, you wouldn't have been able to do the grand auction that day, right? He has been your old man's for decades, and it's not easy to conquer him. His biggest weakness now is his daughter in a mental hospital. I think you will need a psychiatrist to let him continue to work for you.]