Chapter 3
The first murder was inexperienced. It took a full four hours.
We returned to the mansion when the moon was deep.
It happened to be the day of the rankings. Eldest young master had passed as the top scholar and the main wife returned from the banquet.
Seeing our bright and happy faces, she felt delighted and moved us to the room to serve as small maids, renaming us Zhu Yuan and Yu Run.
That day was full of good news.
The main wife’s kitchen was full of styles. We were fed like pigs being blown up with air.
Relying on our simple appearance, we walked the route of “heartless and fat maids.”
As soon as anyone mentioned our pair, they would sigh “so naive and adorable.”
But we were not without ambitions. We were determined to learn a skill and said to the main wife, “Gathering weeds and catching insects in the back garden is really boring every day.”
Please allow us to help the cook in the kitchen.
Being a cook would be wonderful. Not only could we stew chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep for the master, but we could also fry side dishes for ourselves with the leftovers. Thinking about it made us happy.
In this way, my sister and I learned sweet and salty cooking respectively.
Whatever pastries like lotus root crisp, mung bean crisp, and rose crisp, we could make with our hands.
Steamed buns, crystal dumplings, and double silk cakes, my sister handled them too.
As the saying went, a cook steals grain and does not lose.
Our skills improved and so did our appetites.
After eating three vats of rice empty, the stewardess mother secretly asked the main wife, “Did you catch two piglets at the human trafficker?”
The maids in the mansion laughed at us, “The future of a cook is nothing. To stand out, you need to be in the young master’s room. With you two, you will not even be able to press our young master to vomit blood.”
We blinked our round eyes and did not argue with anyone. We simply stole their pastries secretly.