Chapter 6
The young master was actually just like that!!!! The food in his courtyard was not good either.
The stewardess Wang mother firmly believed the young master was not happy because he was physically weak. Every day he drank turtle soup, beef tendon soup, wolfberry walnut soup, six-flavor rehmannia soup, and soybean pig hoof soup, supplementing him until he was almost lactating.
So in a crowd of flower-red and willow-green maids, he chose us two as the slop bucket.
He carried it behind Wang mother and poured all that stuff into our mouths.
I wanted to kill the master and uphold the right path just from eating that.
Eating only that was not the problem. The south country valued thinness as beauty. Wang mother insisted on correcting the young master’s distorted aesthetic, feeding us small onions mixed with tofu and blanched cabbage every day.
After drinking all those messy whip things here, going back meant eating Wang mother’s prepared grass. In a world where people were enslaved, it was about being torn apart.
If I drank any more, I would grow out!!!
I gritted my teeth and decided to raise the flag and rebel. Were there no kings or generals? Why was that dog mutton lamb whip making me drink every day?
My sister was calmer and suggested giving Wang mother one more chance.