Chapter 8: 008 Failing to Repay a Great Kindness

Nanny Zhao was frightened by Rong Jing's subtle requests. Based on the things Rong Jing had mentioned, calculating the average level, a single meal wouldn't be served unless it cost seven or eight thousand taels of silver.

Seven meals a day, for twenty consecutive days—wouldn't that eat her young master into poverty? Besides, the young master's funds were tight lately.

"Madam, please eat a little more. I will do my best to find the things you like," Nanny Zhao could only offer this perfunctory response.

Rong Jing hurriedly waved her hands. "No need, no need. I am satisfied as long as there is food to eat."

The first part of that sentence made Nanny Zhao feel somewhat relieved, but the latter part nearly made her spit blood.

Rong Jing said, "Nanny, I am truly not hungry. You should eat these things. In the future, just give me one bowl of rice and one plate of green vegetables per meal."

This was practically a disguised threat. Nanny Zhao gave Rong Jing a suspicious look, feeling a sense of doubt but unable to see anything unusual.

Rong Jing's attitude was polite, sincere, and grateful, not appearing intentional. Furthermore, given her current situation as a widow with an orphaned child, she had no reason to deliberately make things difficult. She was likely raised in a family of great wealth and nobility.

Helpless, Nanny Zhao could only go to consult Baili Qianchuan.

After hearing Nanny Zhao's words, Baili Qianchuan smiled with great interest. "Quite the noble lady. A woman of high status is bound to be pampered and extravagant, hehe. She is exactly the type the Old Man likes."

"Young Master, we don't have much silver left on hand," Nanny Zhao reminded him kindly.

"Use as much as there is, use it freely. As long as the Old Man likes it, why fear a lack of silver?" Baili Qianchuan said generously.

Thus, Nanny Zhao took her orders and left. Over the next twenty-odd days, she truly prepared dishes according to Rong Jing's preferences. With seven meals a day, they ate through almost every mountain delicacy and sea treasure, and every rare gourmet dish.

By the time the last banknote in Baili Qianchuan's purse was exhausted, the postpartum confinement period finally came to an end.

On the late night before the full month, Rong Jing meticulously washed her entire body from head to toe, changed into new clothes, and pinned up her smooth, long hair. She looked like a completely different person; her neck was stretched, and she looked refreshed and spirited.

At this moment, she sat before a bronze mirror, looking at herself. She discovered that the original owner and herself actually shared a slight resemblance, especially those large, slightly narrow eyes. Even when not smiling, they seemed to hide a glimmer of mirth, as cunning as a fox.

Thanks to Nanny Zhao's generous and meticulous care, her complexion was excellent, and her physical constitution was clearly on a different level than before—her blood and qi were abundant, and she had plenty of strength.

Rong Jing tied her long hair up, gave her son a cheeky grin, stole a little kiss, then tore a strip of cloth from the quilt, wrapped it into a simple sling, and tied her son to her front.

Whether it was because the nutrition was sufficient or because of good genetics, the child was already very sturdy despite being only a month old.

He was very quiet, but those pitch-black eyes were just like Rong Jing's, hiding a faint, elusive smile as he stared cunningly at his mother.

He followed his mother's surname and was named Rong Mo, with the nickname Momo.

Seeing her son's expression, Rong Jing's mood became exceptionally good. While humming a little tune, she carefully took out a large jar of lard from under the bed.

This was the grease she had skimmed off from the seven meals a day. Accumulated over twenty days, she now had a large jar, enough to coat everything in the room!

A wooden house plus lard—once a fire started, it wouldn't be easy to put out!

It wasn't that she was repaying kindness with enmity, but rather that this fellow Baili Qianchuan intended to sell her, so she had to protect herself.

After coating the wooden furniture with lard, Rong Jing protected little Momo with one hand and held the oil lamp with the other, retreating toward the window.

She looked at little Momo strictly and educated him seriously, "Son, you must remember the great kindness of your Uncle Baili and Nanny Zhao. When you grow up, you must repay them well, do you understand!"

Little Momo cooperated very well, giggling until his eyes squinted shut.

"Smiling means you've remembered! Fine, Mommy won't repay him in this lifetime!" As Rong Jing spoke, she threw the oil lamp violently toward the mosquito net and immediately turned to jump out of the window!

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