Chapter 130: The Old Monk

Jiang Yirou’s bedroom was only separated from Jiang Yishi’s bedroom by a wall, and they were overheard by Jiang Yishi when they whispered these things in their bedroom.

Jiang Yishi had a feeling before that her ears were much more sensitive. For example, the conversation between Zheng Yu and Xie last time, the sound was absolutely impossible for others to hear, or the person next door.

But she heard it.

After that, Jiang Yishi began to pay attention and realized that her hearing was indeed much better. Although she couldn’t hear as far as Hua Hua, she was much better than normal people, and she could hear even the slightest sound next door.

Flower is a “compliant ear”, she has eaten so many of its benefits, and Yuan Shen is in her stomach, is it possible that her hearing has also been improved?

While she was happy, there was also a drawback. She had to stuff cotton in her ears when she slept, otherwise the snoring next door could be heard, affecting her sleep.

Jiang Yirou was devastated, and Jiang Yishi went to Hua Yuan to talk to her when she had nothing else to do. She also hinted to Mrs. Jiang San that she would help keep an eye out in the future.

On April 18th, Plum Creek Poetry Society held a poetry party at Marquis Changsheng Zhao’s house, and on the first day, Zhao Qiuyue wrote a posting to Jiang Yishi. On this day, Jiang Yishi took Jiang Yirou for a day of fun.

Jiang Yiyan was furious and ran to Ruyi Hall to complain, the old lady was already impatient to deal with her. She said very nonchalantly, “Your birth mother did that kind of scandalous thing, and even the girl in the next room was affected, and you still want to go out to play. Honestly stay at home, don’t go out to show your eyes …….”

Jiang YiYan didn’t know what Zhou had done, so angry that she cried and ran out of RuYi Hall.

Jiang Yishi hated Jiang YiYan, but even more so, she didn’t like the way the old lady looked at Jiang YiYan, exactly the same way she looked at her and Jiang Xun in her previous life.

Only, she hated Jiang Yiyan could show it, while she disliked the old lady’s mind but couldn’t show it.

In the morning of April 21st, two sisters came to the Grand Princess Yichang’s residence, one was Sister Xia beside the Grand Princess, and the other was a granny from the Princess’s kitchen.

Sister Xia said that the tonic soup they made according to the recipe Jiang Yishi wrote not only didn’t taste as good as Jiang Yishi’s, but also didn’t have as much of an effect on the Grand Princess after she drank it. They wanted to ask Jiang Yishi to go to the Grand Princess’ residence to make it, or teach the cooks to make it themselves.

Is this a suspicion that the recipe she wrote is fake?

Jiang Yishi laughed, “I just had someone buy the ingredients, and I’m still preparing to get up early tomorrow to make a good soup to honor the Grand Princess, just as Sister came.”

This is indeed what Jiang Yishi is preparing to honor the Grand Princess, but not to honor her alone, instead, she will send it to Zhengfu, and then ask Zhengfu to send half of it to the Grand Princess’s residence.

Although the Grand Princess had said words for her to accompany the Grand Princess, she only took it as polite words. Perhaps the hurt from her previous life was too deep, she always disliked the Yichang Grand Princess House, and tried not to go.

Yesterday, Meng Zhimo had someone send a message asking her to meet at the South Wind Pavilion tomorrow, so she had to find an excuse to go out.

Since they came and there was still suspicion, Jiang Yishi made the tonic soup under the eyes of the two sisters and simmered it for most of the hour.

The aroma was getting stronger and stronger.

That cook laughed and said, ”The ingredients are the same, the quantity is the same, the order is the same, and the heat is the same, but what Second Miss Jiang made is just much more fragrant. This is the talent, can not be compared. It’s like the same master teaching out people, some people can be the imperial chef, and some people can only beg for food in a small restaurant.”

The cook was shrewd, she was making excuses for herself. She also wondered why she had the same method as Miss Jiang, with even finer ingredients, and did nowhere near as well as Miss Jiang.

Sister Xia also had to be impressed and smiled sarcastically, “Miss Jiang is smart.”

The Grand Princess said that the soup made by the cook was not as good as the one made by Little Miss Jiang, and the effect of drinking it wasn’t that great, she thought that it was because Miss Jiang was harboring secrets, and she was very unhappy in her heart. Took the initiative to ask for the cook to come over to “teach”……

After the soup was ready, the two of them took it away together with the pot.

The next morning, Jiang Yishi another pot, to the old lady sent a cup, and quietly to Jiang Yirou sent two cups, and took Shui Ling, Shui Xiang went to Zheng House. The reason why she brought Shui Xiang was because Meng Zhimo had explicitly said that she wanted to take Meng Lianshan to the South Wind Pavilion.

Along with the tomato seedlings thriving, turning to the beginning of May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

The Peony Banquet, which the Duke of Chengdu’s residence held every April, was not held as scheduled, and Grand Madam Meng’s excuse was that she had to be busy with Meng Ruimo’s wedding. In reality, Meng Ruimo’s eyes got better, and the Duke of Chengdu got a fat beating, so she was bored and didn’t have the heart to organize it.

In the morning of the second day of May, Sister Wu came to report, Li Zhenbao on the fourth day of the fourth will go to the Huzhuang to play a day, by the way to take away the flowers, two days later will go to the capital to live in the House of the King of Yong.

This is not only a big event and happy event for the Yong Wang Fu, it is said that the Empress Dowager was so happy that she even got better. The emperor is also happy, but also in the palace mentioned the matter.

Early in the morning on the third day of May, Jiang Yishi holding flowers with Sister Wu, Shui Xiang, Shui Ling, Sister Qin in Wu Dagui mule car to go to Huzhuang.

The weather is hot, once out of the city gates, the maid put up the curtains, so that there is a cooler.

At the beginning of the afternoon, as soon as the mule train went on the path leading to Huzhuang, Hua Hua jumped off the carriage and went straight to the green mule mountain.

Arriving in front of Huzhuang, Jiang Yishi was helped off by the maid and saw an old monk sitting under a big tree not far from the manor.

The old monk was wearing a gray monk’s robe, extremely thin, with an especially large number of folds on his face. White eyebrows flew diagonally upwards, and his white beard hung down in front of his chest. He looked like he was suffering from heat stroke, his face did not look too good, and he slowly turned the rosary beads in his hand with his eyes closed.

Because he had been a monk in his previous life, Jiang Yishi had a different kind of emotion towards monks. Especially this old monk, must be at least eighty years old.

People can live to this age is already not easy, but also hot days a person walked here …… Jiang Yishi moved the heart of hidden compassion.

She walked over and asked, “May I ask the master, do you need to drink water and eat fasting? Why don’t you go to my house and sit down?”

The old monk opened his eyes and looked Jiang Yishi up and down, his gaze lingered on the incense rosary on her left wrist for a moment, and said, “Amitabha Buddha, Lao Na rushed to catch the road in a hurry, and is indeed thirsty and hungry.”

Saying so, he stood up.

Jiang Yishi invited the old monk into the manor, seeing that he was extremely fond of the flowers and birds in the inner courtyard, and invited him to the west wing for tea.

The old monk did not enter the house, saw a small bench under the porch outside the west wing and sat down.

He laughed and said, “Birds chirping and warblers crying, flourishing flowers, and away from the dust and clamor, the home of the female abbot is as beautiful as a fairyland.” His eyes looked at the tomato seedlings a few more times and sniffled again, “Bring out your home’s different and good tea for Lao Na to savor.”

Shui Ling was unhappy and muttered, “Monks are still so picky.”

Jiang Yishi’s heart stirred, this old monk was smelling a different flavor in his house? Then thinking of the way he looked at his wrist rosary, he guessed that this old monk, if not Master Yu He, was a senior monk familiar with Master Yu He and recognized the rosary’s provenance.