Thirteenth Lady's Comback: Her Everyday Life as a Bystander Chapter 240 - 15: Flamboyant Name (First Update)

She naturally knew what the kitchen maid at the post house was up to. However, if the culinary skills could be learned just by watching, it was indeed her ability.

So Lin Sheng’s wife rely glanced casually at that kitchen maid, and then quickly prepared four dishes and a soup with her daughter and a couple of kitchen maids.

Adding a bowl of bird’s nest porridge and a plate of shredded cabbage mixed with sesa oil, sesa seeds, peanuts, and a few drops of chili oil, along with a plate of small stead rolls, to be sent to the masters.

Then she stir-fried a few hot dishes, paired with stead wind-dried chicken and bacon, and snowy white mantou, to be sent to the gentlen in another yard.

As for the servants’ food, there was no need for her to handle that.

Susu was finally done being the "lancholic beauty," and had the feeling of "getting weak from skipping a al."

Thinking about how she held Hong Sheng in the carriage this morning, crying with snot and tears everywhere, she felt she couldn’t face people.

Of course, that feeling vanished imdiately upon seeing the hot dishes. You might say she was overly dramatic, but not eating was a bad habit that must be firmly opposed.

In another yard, a dozen rough n were not drinking in large bowls but were eating at heartily.

One of the escorts, who had delivered festival gifts from Hong Sheng to Susu last year, was gnawing on a roast goose as he spoke, "Though won are troubleso, they also have plenty of advantages. I might not know Hong Dasa’s personality well, but she’s definitely generous in her actions."

Yang Xiaoshan was chewing on braised pig’s trotters, earnestly nodding, "Our boss’s wife has to be generous!"

Leng Xiao picked up a piece of crispy roast duck, thinking to himself: Generous, yes, loves eating, yes, but wasteful is also true. Luckily, Boss Hong is clever and makes money; otherwise, how could he support such a wasteful woman!

However, thinking about Susu’s appearance and dowry, Hong Dasa definitely got the better end of the deal.

Now, after a satisfying al, Zhang San sighed, "You’ve got to have a woman, compared to our rough journeys, look at us now, it’s pure bliss!"

The group of rough n nodded.

After Susu and Hong Sheng ate, they washed up and rested. After all, Susu rode in a carriage all day, and Hong Sheng rode a horse for half the day.

Moreover, outside the Capital, the roads ahead would beco increasingly difficult, and the post houses wouldn’t be as high-quality as those within the Capital.

One might ask, for soone so wealthy, why not stay at an inn? To explain this, firstly, Hong Sheng’s luggage was extensive and valuable, making an inn, with its mixed crowd, unsafe.

Post houses are governnt-run; without official docunts and an argunt card, people are not allowed to stay, making the crowd simpler, with all stay records needing an official stamp.

Secondly, even if Hong Sheng and Susu are wealthy, hosting and accommodating so many people daily would cost at least ten taels of silver a day. Ten taels might not sound much, but ten taels a day amounts to three hundred taels a month, and for two months on the road, that’s six hundred taels, sufficient to buy a hundred acres of middle-grade land.

In post houses, accommodation is provided for free; only food and animal fodder need to be paid for, rely a symbolic cost, with the major costs often covered by generous gifts from officials’ families.

For example, with Hong Sheng and the others, apart from accommodation, all food is self-prepared, yet Hong Sheng still gave the post house manager five taels of silver and a al with wine and at.

Five taels might sound little, but the Jia family’s girls in "Dream of the Red Chamber" only received two taels of monthly salary; Hong Sheng was already quite generous.

As dawn broke, the post house beca lively. When Susu crawled out from the duvet, Hong Sheng had been up for a while, personally inspecting vehicles and horses with the Yangwei Escort Agency mbers.

Lin Sheng’s wife got up even earlier, bringing the maid and kitchen maids to prepare rock sugar bird’s nest for Susu, stead shumai and large at buns, fried many scallion pancakes, and seeing so fresh wild vegetables in the kitchen, bought them, blanching them briefly to make a tasty side dish.

After eating, Susu washed her hands and rinsed her mouth before stepping out!

Though she was a newlywed, Susu was truly tired of wearing those bright red clothes like a red lantern.

Today, she wore a pink high-collared padded jacket, with clusters of light purple lilacs embroidered at the collar, a cream background brocade jacket with peonies and blue three-stranded butterflies flying, and a light green silk skirt.

Her black long hair was tied up with two jade ruyi long hairpins, with jade waterdrop earrings on her earlobes, and her wrist adorned with a simple jadeite eight-character bracelet.

This outfit was about seven or eight-tenths new, an old outfit from before, only a few pieces remained after organizing it, looking much more modest compared to her glamorous appearances of earlier days.

However, Susu was originally a "beauty who suits both heavy and light makeup," so even with a veil covering her face, obscuring her features, her figure and bearing still revealed her extraordinary nature, adding a sense of mystery.

Even though they were married and being "candid with each other" every night, Hong Sheng never got enough of looking at Susu.

This wasn’t just because of Susu’s appearance but because her flickering eyes always found him in the crowd, and Hong Sheng adored those starry eyes reflecting his image.

Susu and the others set off after the sun rose and the dew was dried, with the post house manager watching them off from the door.

They had arrived at the post house at dusk the previous day, Susu wasn’t in the mood for a proper tour of a genuine ancient post house. Now, about to leave, she realized she didn’t know the post house’s na, so she asked Hong Sheng, "Husband, what’s the na of this post house?"

"Changle Welcos You!"

"What?"

Hong Sheng thought Susu didn’t hear clearly and repeated: "This post house is the last one in the Capital’s northwest direction, nad ’Changle Welcos You.’"

"Changle Welcos You?" Was that this post house’s na? Thinking of nas like Changle, Weiyang, and Yuanming Garden, "Changle Welcos You" was undoubtedly chosen by so impressive ti-traveling predecessor.

Susu chuckled awkwardly, saying, "I suppose this na has so story behind it, right?"

Hong Sheng noticed his wife was in a good mood, unusually interested, looking all "curious," even if there wasn’t a story, he’d have to invent one, not to ntion, the na truly had a story.

"It’s said back when the Saint Martial Emperor unified the tribes to establish Great Chu, receiving tributes from all... (5,000 words omitted)"

Really, Hong Sheng had the talent of a storyteller. As he spoke, Susu understood the origin of the na, it was none other than "Beijing Welcos You." It’s said the Saint Martial Emperor even beat a drum and sang.

"My ho is always open, welcoming you with open arms, after embracing you’ll have a tacit understanding, you’ll fall in love with here. No matter how far or near, guests need not be shy, we’ve promised to be together, we welco you."

It turns out, in modern tis, the ti-traveling predecessor and Susu’s ti travel weren’t too many years apart. After ti traveling, however, they were over a century and a half apart.

Ti travel is truly wonderful, whether dead or alive, soul travel or body travel, baby travel, only unimaginable travels exist, impossibility never does.