Chapter 503: Chapter 502 Chapter 503: Chapter 502 Old Mrs. Horton finished her sentence and paused, looking at Keira Olsen.
Keira Olsen nodded.
Definitely mysterious.
It was so mysterious that they could not find it, as if it was not even on this planet.
She quietly waited for Old Mrs. Horton to speak, then heard her start, “Actually, I don’t know much about the South Family. Although I was in Oceanion when I was young, I had heard that a Lady South ca to Clance, a person of gentle and dignified character, very knowledgeable and reasonable. She might be slightly younger than .”
Lady South, slightly younger than Old Mrs. Horton?
Calculating the age and thinking of the elder that Rebecca Allen’s father had ntioned, could this Lady South be her own grandmother?
Keira Olsen continued to listen attentively.
Old Mrs. Horton started speaking again, “Back then, the fa of Lady South had even reached Oceanion. Out of curiosity, many girls from our city went to Clance to see her. Indeed, as the rumors said, she was well-educated and skilled in the arts, appearing just like a royal princess… You know our Crera is special. These prestigious families seem powerful, but they are actually newly established. At that ti, the Horton Family had just made its na, and we old folks sowhat carried the aura of the newly rich. But Lady South was different. She was like…”
Old Mrs. Horton paused here, seemingly at a loss for words.
She suddenly spoke, “You must have heard about the elegant scholars of Crera during the Wei and Jin dynasties?”
Keira Olsen and Lewis Horton imdiately nodded.
Old Mrs. Horton smiled, “Speaking of the literary world and the deanor of that period, the young n and won from prestigious families naturally carried a noble air, an indescribable charm. That’s how Lady South seed to . Elegant, noble, with her talking about money seed almost vulgar. I have not yet seen anyone else who resembles her till now.”
Keira Olsen was stunned, unable to imagine her grandmother as described by Old Mrs. Horton.
However, Rebecca Allen’s father had always been nostalgic about the elder’s deanor, probably truly unique.
Keira Olsen thought this and asked again, “Where did she co from?”
Old Mrs. Horton smiled, “What kind of question is that? Lady South, of course, ca from the South Family. Back then, we were always guessing what kind of family could foster such a distinguished lady. Thus, we kept inquiring about her background and only knew she had returned from overseas, but we had no idea where her family was specifically located. At the ti, so even suspected her to be a false heiress, and followed her, only to discover that Lady South dressed and lived with exceptional refinent, a lavishness beyond our imagination…”
Keira Olsen asked, “Like what?”
Old Mrs. Horton chuckled, “For example, the most ordinary dish she ate called ‘Silver Sprouts with Stuffed at.’ Do you know the recipe?”
As a professional chef, Keira Olsen certainly had heard of this dish, which was fit for a royal palace.
She nodded and explained to Lewis Horton, “It involves hollowing out the center of each bean sprout and stuffing it with julienne ham, then deep frying and serving chilled.”
Lewis Horton, “…For one al, it must take hundreds of bean sprouts, right? Each one like that? Could you actually make it?”
Keira Olsen coughed slightly, “I once tried it when I was bored. Bean sprouts are fragile, and they break easily with a little pressure, and the ham is soft, making it difficult to stuff. But it’s not impossible… I spent six hours and managed to stuff twenty of them.”
Lewis Horton, “Twenty, how much is that?”
Keira Olsen paused, “One chopstick’s worth.”
Lewis Horton, “…”
He couldn’t help but blurt out, “Who in their right mind eats this dish?”
Old Mrs. Horton laughed heartily, “Exactly, even families like ours today don’t employ soone specifically to make this dish. But Lady South’s chefs, a team of about twenty people, were there just to cook for her. This dish is refreshing, and she almost ate it every few days. And this is just one of her routine dishes. Another dish, called Flying Dragon Soup, involves a species of bird that is now a national protected animal – no longer edible – but back then, she enjoyed it, so her household would often secure wild gas. Also, because Lady South enjoyed the tiny piece of at in duck tongues, her nu included a dish called Hundred-Flavor Duck Tongues every other day, which, literally speaking, involved the tongues of one hundred ducks… You have to know, during my youth, living conditions in Crera were sparse, who else could eat like this?”
Keira Olsen was at a loss for words, “Even the queens in ancient palaces weren’t this extravagant, right?”
“Exactly not,” Old Mrs. Horton smiled. “So, when we heard of Lady South’s daily life, we finally understood how such grace and deanor were cultivated.”
Keira Olsen smirked.
Old Mrs. Horton continued, “The key was, these things were only understood through paparazzi following and docunting; she never flaunted or boasted about her family publicly, as if all that opulence was normal for her, and she never looked down on any of us. Such magnanimity and grace are sothing I have never seen elsewhere till today.”
Keira Olsen, upon hearing this, finally understood why Old Mrs. Horton was so moved.
She inquired, “And then what?”
Keira Olsen suddenly paused, “Have you seen her husband?”
Since she was Lady South, and her mother was called Jodie South, could it an that Lady South’s husband had the surna South?
As this question erged, Old Mrs. Horton just smiled wistfully, shaking her head, “I don’t know. Her mystique partly cos from this fact; everyone knew she was Lady South, her daughter had the surna South, but no one had ever seen her husband or knew his na. She stayed in Crera for a while, giving us a glimpse of sophistication. Then, one day, a huge fire erupted, and Lady South disappeared with it in Clance; as for her daughter, your mother, she too vanished. Only recently did I understand that your mother was actually the daughter of Lady South back then.”
Keira Olsen took a deep breath.
Old Mrs. Horton smiled again, “Back then, we were all curious about who’s wife she could be, raised so richly, even though it seed her family had no visible business; it was as if their wealth was endless…”
Old Mrs. Horton looked at her, “Later, we heard a legend about her.”
“What legend?”
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