Chapter 7
We held the rice basins with teary eyes and hoped she would allow us to eat better.
She looked at our figures that could each replace two people and bit her teeth until they were crushed.
Later she just accepted our fate. No matter what, we could not get thinner and the young master’s aesthetic could not be changed.
She had no choice but to say helplessly, “Whoever among you becomes a Concubine, every meal can have one extra plate of stewed pork knuckle.”
Our eyes instantly lit up. Although we did not know what a Concubine was, we had eaten pork knuckle.
Pork knuckle was fragrant and glutinous. The rich broth paired with white rice… ah~ heaven and earth.
We instantly burned with fighting spirit.
For pork knuckle, what hardships could not be overcome? What could not a Concubine do?
We pestered Wang mother and asked how to become a Concubine.
Wang mother said, “Climb onto the young master’s bed.”
Becoming a Concubine was so simple. We looked at each other and smiled, rubbing our hands happily.
The young master’s bed was not high.
Pork knuckle waited for no one. We agreed to go hand in hand tonight to climb it.
However, we waited until midnight on the young master’s bed. Our saliva soaked a whole quilt. When Wang mother beat our butts with a chicken feather duster and made us get up, we found not only the young master was standing beside the bed, but also a strong northern man.
The young master pointed at the bed and asked, “Xiu Lian, which one do you want?”