The General's Little Peasant Wife

In the blink of an eye, new year had arrived. By the time Ning Meng Yao woke up, Qin pozi had started preparing breakfast.

Ning Meng Yao saw that Qin pozi was busy and said in a helpless tone: "Popo, you don't need to be so worried."

"It's nothing. Aren't I fine?" Qin pozi shook her head and nonchalantly answered.

While Qing Zhu who was beside them was looking at her young miss's dress. Her eyes lit up, "Young miss looks really good wearing this clothes."

Ning Meng Yao was wearing a body full of white with coat embroidered with flowers. The collar and sleeves were covered in b.a.l.l.s of white fur.

Those were made from the rabbits Qiao Tian Chang gave, while the fox he sent was made into cape by Qing Zhu, she planned on wearing it when she went to the town to see flower lanterns.

Ning Meng Yao smiled: "It's because you have excellent craftsmanship, Qing Zhu."

"Young miss is teasing me."

"Alright, let's not talk about this. Qing Zhu, after New Year, I'm planning on sending a person to you." Ning Meng Yao suddenly thought of Yang Le Le.

Based on Yang Le Le's embroidering skill, there should be no problem.

"Is it Yang Le Le?"

Ning Meng Yao nodded: "That's right. Her embroidery work right now is good. She also helped me many times when I got here. That's why I want to help them. " Yang Yi and his wife Madam Qiao worked here. Although Yang Le Le's income from embroidery was not bad, but it was time-consuming. But if she followed Qing Zhu, then it would be a different matter.

Qing Zhu mulled over it and after a long time, she nodded her head: "This is not a problem, everything is up to her."

"Yes, I know." Toward Qing Zhu's section, Ning Meng Yao had been leaving the decisions for her to decide and wanting to add one in right now was not a difficult matter for Qing Zhu. It was only unfair to the others.

That was why Ning Meng Yao gave Yang Le Le a chance. As for whether or not Yang Le Le could take this chance, it was all up to her.

This was only spoken briefly by Ning Meng Yao before she helped Qin pozi preparing things.

After eating, the group of people rolled the dough to make dumplings.

When it was almost noon, Ning Meng Yao finally finished making the dumplings.

Seeing the hundreds of dumplings on the table, Ning Meng Yao took some of them and let Qing Xuan send them to Qiao Tian Chang and ordered him to not let anyone see.

Qing Xuan took the basket filled with dumplings and vanished. Following his leave, Ning Meng Yao started the fire to make food.

When Qing Xuan came over, Qiao Tian Chang was about to eat his meal. He raised his brow: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"This is from my young miss." He lifted the basket over.

Curiously opening the basket, Qiao Tian Chang saw around a hundred dumplings inside. "Please tell your young miss that I m thankful."

Qing Xuan glanced at Qiao Tian Chang and vanished.

Gazing at the direction Qing Xuan left, Qiao Tian Chang's lips carried a slight smile. It seemed that Ning Meng Yao was not an ordinary orphan girl.

The martial arts that youth possessed was not something most people could match.

Ning Meng Yao had thought of what she was going to make. A fish braised in sauce, sweet and sour ribs, a huge meatball, and hare stew with mushrooms. Eleven dishes altogether.

Two hours later, the dishes were all set on the table. Ning Meng Yao called them to eat together.

"Young miss, Happy New Year."

"En. You guys too. Happy New Year." Ning Meng Yao smiled and took a hug of grape wine to pour into everybody's cup.

"Wu, young miss, this is a delicious wine." Qing Xue's eyes were sparkling as she stared at Ning Meng Yao.

Her expression was as if she has encountered gold ingot. In her eyes, this grape wine and golden ingot had not much difference. If this were to be sold, then the money earned would not be little.

"Alright. Even if this is to be sold, you should still wait until New Year is over. After New Year, we will go to the mountain to find some land to plant grapes. They should be ripe next year." Ning Meng Yao laughed as she looked at Qing Zhu.

It's New Year, and they still thought of work.

Lowering her head and looking at the grape wine, Ning Meng Yao suddenly remembered that Qiao Tian Chang helped her pick the grapes the time. She originally planned on giving him some but she forgot about it. Maybe she could give him two jars after this.