Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 469 - 252 Moon_1

Chapter 469: Chapter 252 Moon_1

By lunchtime, Cheng Yue led her four children to the main courtyard for a meal. Lifting the thick door curtain, a wave of warm air rushed towards them. Qian Sangui had been unwell, and with two basins of charcoal burning inside a tightly sealed room, it was very cozy.

As soon as they entered the room, they removed their outer cloaks and placed Ming Wa and Jingjing into a fenced-in crib. The little ones could play inside, which was much better than being held.

Ever since the toddlers could crawl and stand, they had made two of these cribs, one in the Wangjiang Building and the other here, so the adults could let them play when they were busy.

Though they were still breastfeeding, they had already started on solid foods, having been fed egg custard and vegetable porridge at the Wangjiang Building.

Cheng Yueniang and her children were all dressed plainly, with Cheng Yue and Qian Yixiu also wearing small white flowers in their hair. This was a gesture of mourning for Grandma Wu’s parents; even though the old folks had passed away many years ago, it was only now that they learned about it, so Master Sangui had them wear modest clothes for three days.

Grandma Wu had been very sad these past few days and spoke little. Since important guests were coming to dine in the main house today, she had to muster her spirits to make arrangements.

Qian Yeejin exclaimed in surprise, "Grandma, why are there two tables set up? And you’ve even brought out the two sets of blue and white porcelain bowls. Is Uncle Waner coming to drink?"

Normally, if Old man Qian and his wife came over, or if Qian Manxia and her family visited from her parents’ house, they would all eat at one table. It was only when outsiders like Wan Erniu or other relatives visited that they would set two tables. But with the New Year approaching soon, people generally wouldn’t drop by casually.

Qian Sangui laughed, "It’s Mr. Pan; from now on, he’ll join us for meals."

Grandpa Pan is going to eat with them? That must be another one of his strategic moves.

Qian Yixiu glanced at Cheng Yue and seeing she had little reaction, felt relieved. That Grandpa Pan was really cunning, slowly inching closer to their young mother over half a year, getting her accustomed to his presence first, then finding a way to break the father-daughter standstill before playing out the dramatic recognition...

Grandma Wu’s maid Xiao Cui was still in a state of flux and, upon hearing Qian Sangui’s words, excitedly said, "Good heavens, with Mr. Pan, a person like an Immortal, eating here, won’t the masters hardly dare to even smack their lips?"

Qian Yixiu scolded, "Since when do we smack our lips while eating?" She glanced at Master Sangui and Grandma Wu and added, "My mother is also like an Immortal, and if grandpa and grandma want to smack their lips, they still will, all the same."

Among all of them, only Qian Sangui and Grandma Wu smacked their lips when eating. Cheng Yue certainly wouldn’t, and with the soul of an adult, Qian Yixiu didn’t have this bad habit. Even the little fellow Qian Yeejin hadn’t picked up this habit, and although he used to snatch food when he was younger, his manners were quite proper.

The lip-smacking of Old man Qian and Old woman Qian was even louder, but fortunately, with the New Year approaching, they didn’t come to eat here often these days.

Qian Sangui said with a smile, "I’ve had a few meals with Mr. Pan before and I try to smack my lips as little as possible. But for us country folks, if we don’t smack our lips, it feels like we can’t open our mouths wide, and the food doesn’t taste as good."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Wu smiled, "No wonder you would come back and have noodles made for you, claiming you hadn’t eaten your fill."

Qian Sangui nodded with a grin and then advised Grandma Wu, "We should still try to keep our voices down though, to avoid being laughed at. We should talk less during meals; the everyday quibbles are not of interest to him. I heard from my son-in-law that Mr. Pan is quite sought after in the city, with scholars and ladies all considering it an honor to catch a glimpse of him..."

Qian Yixiu thought to herself that perhaps because they first had an Immortal-like sister like their young mother, the arrival of pretty boy Pan didn’t cause much of a stir, certainly not as much as the arrival of a golden-haired monster might have. After all, the country folk merely thought he was handsome and had no idea about his reputation as a famous scholar, painter, top graduate, or imperial son-in-law.

Only once did Sister-in-law Huang share a joke. It was about several workers’ wives discussing quietly after they had seen Mr. Pan walk through the Moonlit Lotus Pond and go to the toilet; they were all incredibly perplexed. My goodness, even a person like Mr. Pan, practically an Immortal, needs to use the facilities?

In conclusion, Sister-in-law Huang laughed, "Those women, usually so crass, could say anything. But when it came to Mr. Pan, they became more refined, too embarrassed to even say ’outhouse,’ preferring to say ’toilet.’"

At the time, Qian Yixiu couldn’t stop laughing and said, "Mr. Pan isn’t a Pi Xiu; he doesn’t only ingest without excreting. Not to mention him, even Immortals don’t just live on air and dew. They too eat Coiled Peaches and drink fine wines; as long as they eat, they will surely have to go."