Chapter 380 - Chapter 380: Chapter 376: Chicken Head Rice_1 (1/2)

Chapter 380: Chapter 376: Chicken Head Rice_1

Lady Wen was stunned by the belittling tone of the girl.

“How dare you!” She pointed her trembling finger at Yingbao, left speechless for a moment.

Lady Wen had lived a privileged life and had never been treated this way.

Moreover, the one scorning her was a girl barely in her teens.

“She really is a rural girl unfit for decent society, without any upbringing at all.” Lady Lin quickly comforted her mother-in-law and scolded Yingbao: “Kneel and apologize right now!”

Yingbao ignored them and left with her mother.

She believed that her manners should be displayed to those with manners. As for someone like Lady Wen who dares to insult her mother on her own territory, she wouldn’t give them the time of day.

So what if she was Sister Wen’s grandmother?

To her, her parents and younger siblings were her untouchables. Whoever dared to touch them would face severe consequences.

In both her past and present life, Yingbao considered herself not to be bound by formalities; if someone respected her, she would reply with twice the reverence.

Etiquette is mutual.

When someone tries to trample over you, clinging onto etiquette will make you nothing more than a frog in the mud, pleasing others at the expense of your own discomfort.

Mother Chun was also furious.

She never expected such a senior of the Wen family, who was usually pleasant and amiable, to behave so disgracefully.

She was so arrogant that she even proposed buying her own daughter; did she think she was some goddess?

Claiming to come from a wealthy family and yet behaving so lowly, yuck!

“Baobao, I need to go to your chamber.” Mother Chun said grumpily.

Yingbao looked puzzled, but she led her mother to her quarters.

Mother Chun first counted her daughter’s silver, four large boxes of silver ingots, each with a thousand ounces.

Then she counted her own and her husband’s private stash, which was over two thousand ounces.

Knowingly possessing all this wealth, Lady Wen ludicrously suggested buying her daughter with only a hundred ounces.

Mother Chun calculated twice over, her anger subsiding along with her indignation.

The next day, after leaving Baobao’s quarters, she went to buy two pork slabs. She made sausages, tied up pig feet, cured ribs, and made a few pork livers.

The so-called pork livers, or “zhugan,” were simply pig small intestines wrapped around cleaned pig liver, boiled with aniseed, then hung to dry.

During the New Year, this, along with the cured ribs and sausages, would make a delicious dish.

Yingbao wanted to help her mother, but Mother Chun wouldn’t allow it.

“You just watch. When you grow up and get married, hire several servants to do the work, like Lady Wang does.”

Her daughter would undoubtedly become a high-ranking lady like Lady Wang or Lady Wen, who managed servants, and would not have to raise a finger herself.

Therefore, Mother Chun didn’t want her daughter doing such manual labor.

Cleaning pig intestines and the like was a dirty job, not something her young daughter should learn.

Yingbao had no choice but to give up and just watch, seeing Old Lady Tang enter the yard.

Lady Tang was dressed in a blue cotton skirt, edged with silk and embroidered with longevity flowers.

Yingbao greeted her: “Old lady Tang.”

Lady Tang patted her, smiling and said, “Just in time, taste the fried Job’s Tears and pine nuts Old lady prepared.”

With that, she handed over a small bamboo basket she was carrying to Yingbao.