Su Tan dressed up as the lowest-ranking palace maid in the imperial dining room, but on the first day she was pointed at and scolded by the aunt in charge: "You are clumsy, you have a cheap life, and you will never be able to serve food to the table in this life."
She didn't talk back, she just quietly took back the chicken fat that was about to be poured out of the pot.
Three days later, a bowl of chicken oil and scallion noodles was brought to the porch.
The little princess who was squatting in the corner and crying secretly sniffed, holding the bowl and eating until she hiccupped, raised her head and hugged her leg.
This child has no mother.
The biological mother was an abandoned concubine who was executed. The people in the palace walked around her, and even the snacks they brought were cold.
Su Tan knelt down and wiped the corners of her mouth: "Come to me when you are hungry."
She didn't see it, but there was someone standing at the end of the corridor who had been listening for a long time.
Only later did the people in the imperial dining room come back to their senses - this palace maid who didn't even know how to cook a stove, a dish of squirrel mandarin fish could make the Fourth Master push aside the memorial, and a bowl of almond cheese could make the most picky little princess chase her and call her Niang.
Those who used to scold her now line up to ask her for advice.
But that day, Fourth Master held the Dingsheng cake she had made and suddenly raised his eyes: "Since you can feed her stomach, do you dare to be her nanny?"
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Why don't you stop writing? It's too tiring to watch.
Why don't you stop writing? It's too tiring to watch.