Chapter 170: A Young Lady’s Day Starts with Using the Toilet
Early morning.
It was colder.
It was getting colder by the day.
Jiang Mianmian wore a cotton pajama set that looked a bit like a sleeping bag, layered with a cotton jacket, and then another coat over that.
As soon as she got up, she scurried over with her legs crossed.
She needed to pee.
She saw the maid, Pang Ya, carrying over a huge chamber pot.
The chamber pot was likely made of copper, with three-dimensional carvings around the rim, looking very expensive.
Mother was right; the maid she chose for her really was quite strong.
Jiang Mianmian:…
Although waking up with a full bladder and needing to pee urgently was one thing, the feeling of having a chamber pot held for her was indescribable.
Plus, you’re staring at me, and it makes me nervous.
What if I also need to poop, or pass some stool or something?
With you watching like that, my poop would be too shy and retreat back inside.
After taking care of her physiological needs, Jiang Mianmian finished washing up with Pang Ya’s assistance.
Then she trotted off to find Mother.
A young lady’s quarters weren’t far from Mother’s bedroom, but Mother wouldn’t be in the bedroom all the time; she should be in the dining area in the morning.
Jiang Mianmian walked slowly, as if strolling through a park.
Pang Ya followed behind her nervously.
Her parents said she had struck gold. She had thought she was destined to be a menial maid, but now she had actually been assigned to the young lady. They told her to work hard; a maid didn’t need to be smart, but it was important to be obedient and do whatever the master asked.
She also felt a bit surprised. She was chubby and plain-looking, so people generally didn’t want her serving them closely. That was why she had always been tending to flowers and plants; because she was strong, and tending to plants often required moving them in and out, which took a lot of strength.
Pang Ya felt that being a close-serving maid was easy work—just following the young lady, watching her, and eating and drinking. It was simpler than tending to plants, which required getting up early to dig soil, move pots, and clean up—lots of work.
She was happy.
However, her parents warned her not to let her guard down, to be sharp, to watch more and speak less, and to work hard.
At this moment, following the young lady, Pang Ya walked step by step behind her.
Jiang Mianmian asked curiously, “Have you had breakfast? You were right in front of me as soon as I opened my eyes. When do you eat breakfast?”
Pang Ya replied, “I haven’t. We eat when we find time. If the young lady doesn’t need me to serve her close by, I’ll grab something to eat while staying in the corner. We can also take turns eating. My parents are both in the manor, so I can go eat with them. I have a big appetite, but I also work very hard.”
Jiang Mianmian nodded.
Parents both working in the manor meant she was someone with roots here.
Remembering when she was interning at the hospital, sometimes when there were many patients, she wouldn’t have time to eat either, just grabbing a bite whenever she could—they were all corporate slaves.
Walking slowly to the dining hall, she felt like she had already met her exercise quota for the day.
A big house really is great for exercise.
Jiang Mianmian obediently greeted Father and Mother.
She greeted her eldest brother, brother-in-law, and sister.
Everything was obedient and normal up to this point.
Then, Pang Ya saw the eldest young master pick the young lady up, lift her high, and toss her into the air.
Pang Ya’s chubby heart felt like it was flying too.
You shouldn’t toss her like that!
In the air, the young lady’s little round, fleshy face twitched.
She had played like this since she was little, so she was used to it. She used to be nervous, but now when she was tossed up, she would relax her whole body and experience the feeling of flying; it actually felt quite nice.
Anyway, she was guaranteed to be caught.
When eating, the taste was normal this morning.
Jiang Mianmian looked at the porridge, oil pancakes, small radishes, vegetables, and meat in front of her—these were things she liked.
It seemed Sister had gone to supervise the breakfast.
Seeing how high-spirited Sister looked, she must have found her way of life.
When eating, there was no custom of not speaking.
Jiang Mianmian heard Father say, “Fenger’s birthday is in a few days. Since we are in the Prefecture City this year, let’s invite people over and celebrate properly.”
Qin Luoxia nodded. After the birthday passed, would it be time to start looking for a suitor? And inviting people—did that mean it was time to look for a suitor?
Jiang Yu was very happy. For the birthday, they could make delicious food, and this time she had to make the cake her sister had mentioned.
Meng Shaoxia was at a loss for words.
His current official rank was actually a little higher than his Father-in-law’s.
At the welcome banquet last night, he never expected that his Father-in-law, who looked so ethereal and fairy-like, would actually be a corrupt official…
He was actually preparing to start accumulating wealth.
He never imagined…
Using a son’s birthday to host a party—if they invited people, they would be laughed to death.
Wuwuwu, his, his birthday was also coming up soon!!!
Jiang Mianmian was very excited. Great, great! For Brother’s birthday, she had already thought of a gift that wouldn’t cost any money.
Her Song and Dance Troupe—maybe they would even start a fashion trend.
Ho ho ho.
Jiang Mianmian was already feeling a bit excited.
After eating, Little Mianmian headed back, bringing the Ant and Pang Ya with her.
She noticed Pang Ya’s lips were oily; it seemed she had eaten.
Jiang Mianmian took the Ant out of her pocket and said, “This is my pet. If you see it, don’t step on it.”
Pang Ya nodded, then looked confused, then quickly nodded several more times.
This Ant was the little mistress’s pet? When she was tending to flowers, she had killed so many Ants—what should she do?
Also, this Ant was way too big.
Once she started thinking, Pang Ya’s brain short-circuited. Forget it, she wouldn’t think about it.
Jiang Mianmian took Pang Ya back to her bedroom. The bedroom had a bathroom, a small compartment for using the toilet. It was dark, with a curtain that could be lowered, and a small stand with a copper washbasin on top.
After peeing or pooping, there was wood ash underneath, and once covered, it didn’t smell.
Someone was specifically assigned to clean it up.
In reality, it was just labor-intensive.
To use the toilet once, several people had to clean up, fetch tea and water, help dress and undress, wash the chamber pot…
If she wanted to reform the toilets, like flushing toilets, she would need pipes, a biogas digester, and all sorts of things…
Uh, let’s give up on that for now.
After using the toilet, Jiang Mianmian started her daily life as a young lady.
She had someone notify the members of the Song and Dance Troupe to perform.
They could perform their best acts.
The members of the Song and Dance Troupe were called to a circular stage in the center of the courtyard, which had curtains hung up and everything; it looked quite professional.
There was also a place specifically for them to change clothes and put on makeup, so they didn’t have to run around.
It was right behind the stage, behind those curtains.
Seeing the fiercest old nanny in the manor setting up tea, snacks, and a recliner on the stage, it felt like someone very important was going to watch.
But wasn’t it a bit too decadent to start enjoying song and dance early in the morning?
They usually performed in the evening, or in the afternoon.
Rarely did anyone want to listen to a performance first thing in the morning.
However, upon hearing the news of Xiao Fengxian’s death, they were much more obedient.
But they had also heard another version, saying that Xiao Fengxian died of shame.
It was said that the head of the household was actually a stunningly beautiful man.
They hadn’t seen him.
But they had seen the little mistress who had taken them in.
In their hearts, they still felt a tiny bit of gratitude. If the little mistress hadn’t wanted them, seeing how others were sold off to slave agencies at the slightest provocation, they would have felt very sad.
They didn’t dare look at the little mistress too much, but even though she was young, she already had the makings of a stunning beauty.
Being called to perform for the first time, with such a grand stage set up for them, and Nanny Yin preparing snacks so carefully and grandly, they were all a bit nervous. It must be the head of the household who was going to watch, so they had to show their best skills.
One by one, they warmed up their voices and stretched, ready to go.
Then they saw a little bean-sized girl strolling over.
She lay comfortably on the recliner, and even kicked off her embroidered shoes…
That majestic and profound nanny was smilingly pouring tea for her.
Behind the little bean was a chubby maid.
The little bean waved her hand, signaling that they could start the performance…
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