After waking up after a sleep, Meng Hui felt sore all over his muscles, and his spirits were much better than when he first came through.

It was dark outside, and before Ningzhu came in, Ninglu told her to get up, Meng Hui simply put on a layer of clothes and a pair of stockings, put on embroidered shoes and jumped out of the bed to start running on the spot, and by the way, he cleared the original owner's memory that became clear in his mind.

Cui Yuzhen has been transparent since she was a child.

When my wife was alive, she and Aunt Yun lived on a meager basis. They couldn't get hungry but couldn't eat too much, so they didn't have clothes to wear but they didn't wear very well. They had no major illnesses and had no minor illnesses. When they were sick, they usually had to drink more hot water for Buddhist treatment.

The Cui Mansion is not a high-ranking family, and Mr. Cui is used to being too rude and just having children or raising them. When Cui Yuzhen was a child, she didn't even know what he looked like, so there was no father-daughter relationship.

Later, when the wife died first, Wang entered the house. She and Cui Yuwei had the status of a legitimate daughter, but after being a sick cat for many years, they would not become a powerful tiger no matter what.

She would not say good things to make her mother happy, and she did not dare to speak in front of her stranger father. She even made shoes and clothes to honor her parents and brothers, and her credit would be stolen by Cui Yuwei.

Over time, she and the second-ranking little transparent Cui Yuying who had lost her biological mother.

The two of them had nothing to do when they were free to gather by the fish pond to talk about their ways. They were poor and leisurely, and their lives were still acceptable.

In Cui Yuzhen's heart, Cui Yuying is the kindest and gentlest person, and her status in her heart is far higher than Aunt Yun, who never dared to see her.

The two of them lived a frustrated life, but they did not have much worries in recent years. Until last year, Cui Yuzhen noticed that Cui Yuying had changed a little.

Since the beginning of autumn last year, Cui Yuying's brows have not been stretched, and even with grief at Cui Yuzhen and several maids. In addition, Cui Yuying often suddenly stopped and stared blankly when embroidering, her eyes were empty and she was not angry.

Meng Hui believed that Cui Yuying's sudden thoughts were unlikely to be for Master Wen, nor for matters outside the mansion.

First, Cui Yuying is often invited to Wenfu, and she knows Mrs. Wen's attitude. According to Cui Yuzhen's impression, she is a very self-respecting person and cannot look forward to this marriage with shamelessness.

Second, if she had Master Wen in her heart, she would have been worried about him, Cui Yuzhen, who often stayed with her, would not have been unconscious.

Third, except for Wenfu and Cuifu, Cui Yuying has almost no social activities, no handkerchiefs, and does not participate in the open and secret struggles of the ladies, so the chance of getting upset because of the matter outside the mansion is very small.

Therefore, the root of Cui Yuying's concern is still within Cui's mansion.

"Last year..." Meng Hui recalled carefully, "The only thing worth noting last year was that Cui Da snatched the maid from Cui Yuwei, and later the maid died of illness for no reason."

"The incident of robbing people is in summer, the maid died near autumn, and Cui Yuying began to worry when it was autumn." Time is right, but Meng Hui couldn't understand the reason.

"Cui Yuying is kind-hearted, but she will not be so sad about a maid's death, unless she knows what inside story?" Meng Hui ran out sweat and heard footsteps coming from outside. When he looked out, it was already dawn.

With a creaking sound, the door opened, Ningzhu walked into the room with hot water and said, "Miss? Wash quickly, Ninglu is coming back to get food, and you have to go to pay tribute to the master and wife."

After last night, Ningzhu felt more intimate with her girl. When she came over and saw her messy clothes, she couldn't help but say in surprise: "How do you wear clothes? It's all messy!" She walked forward, helped Meng Hui put them on quickly, and quickly poured a basin of hot water for her to wash.

Meng Hui washed her face, rinsed her mouth with green salt and cloves, walked to the dining table with freshness, and saw the contents in the wooden box, and was stunned.

A cold steamed bun, a bowl of cold white porridge, and a plate of pickles, it is gone.

Meng Hui shouted miserably for Cui Yuzhen. He only ate these early in the morning. It would be strange if he could gain weight! He had known that he would not run just now, so he could save some energy.

Meng Hui chewed the cold steamed buns while complaining in her heart, and responded with deep contempt for herself complaining about her poor eating.

"I won't eat it anymore, let's go!" The mixed grain steamed buns are too hard and the white porridge is too thin. I took a look at the unlucky pickles, and Meng Hui said that she would rather drink the northwest wind.

When she came to the main yard with hunger, she was caught by a scent of flesh, and her stomach was rumbling.

There are three cages of exquisitely crafted buns on the low table in the house, three meats, three vegetables and six side dishes, green vegetables and minced meat porridge is cooked strong and fragrant, and a whole pot of chicken soup is placed next to it, and no one touches it at all!

Mr. Cui, whose face was covered in oily and his eyes were slightly bulging, did not even lift his eyelids, completely ignoring the arrival of his daughter. Wang Shi had a hypocritical smile on her round face and waved to Meng Hui: "Have you used breakfast? Come on, just eat a little more."

Next to the two was a fat and fat Cui Er. The fat little fat was stuffing the meat bag in his hand. Meng Hui glanced up and found that it was still a crab roe filling!

She was so hungry that she was dizzy. She came to sit opposite Cui Er like a floating point and picked up a bun. In order to maintain Cui Yuzhen's image, she deliberately took a small bite.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Cui frowned, threw his chopsticks on the table, and shouted angrily: "Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? Look at your virtue, and you still expect you to marry someone and get your breath for your family. I can only embarrass you!"

Wang was surprised that she was really invited to sit down, but when she saw Mr. Cui get angry, she still acted as a fake good person. "Don't calm down. Yu Zhen is still young and is ignorant now. She will naturally become well-behaved after marrying."

Mr. Cui said impatiently: "Mr. Zheng will soon invite someone to propose marriage. You can escort her to learn the rules!"

While picking up food for his son, Wang replied softly: "Yes, don't worry, sir."

Meng Hui felt disgusted when he saw the two of them who only wanted to sell their daughters for money, but they didn't even want to offer a few good meals.

She planned to make some trouble for the two of them, put down her chopsticks and lowered her head, and said in a soft voice: "I have only seen cold steamed buns and cold white porridge in the morning. I have never seen these good things before. I forgot about it for a while and never dared to do it again."

Wang's smile couldn't be kept on his face, and Mr. Cui became even more famous.

They didn't know that the kitchen deducted Cui Yuzhen's meals and gambled money. But what these people did was very consistent with Wang's heart, and Mr. Cui didn't care at all, so he just pretended not to know.

Unexpectedly, Cui Yuzhen, who usually doesn’t dare to say “no”, dares to expose her shortcomings in person today. What they didn’t expect was the next sentence...

"Last night I dreamed of my elder sister, and she cried to me and was hungry and cold. I could only cry with her, but when I got up this morning, I was really hungry and colder..."
Chapter completed!