Chapter 2054 - 2056: The Eldest Young Master’s Quirk

Chapter 2054: Chapter 2056: The Eldest Young Master’s Quirk

The most, most, most important thing was that Xiaoxiao got a piece of information: people in the main kitchen have no chance to meet the masters.

The main kitchen only handles cooking; the kitchen is always on standby, whenever they’re told to cook, they cook.

After the food is ready, special maids deliver it over; the people in the main kitchen don’t need to get involved.

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao’s heart went half cold.

Did the division of labor really need to be this clear-cut? They’d truly been reduced to pure back–of–house staff; even the "food runner" type of server work has designated people to do it.

She wants to go to the front to show her face, but that’s not allowed.

She had wanted to test the waters, and when dishes were sent out, she’d help carry them, maybe she’d get to see the master—but she hadn’t expected that even such a tiny thing would be this hard to pull off.

After busying around all morning, breakfast was finally done.

When she actually saw a Little Maid come over to pick up breakfast, Xiaoxiao just watched, eyes glued, as breakfast was taken away, completely powerless.

Xiaoxiao felt this back–kitchen job was worse than doing yard cleaning like Zhao Xiaohong; with that, you might bump into the masters in the courtyard by chance. But look at her now—she probably won’t even get out of the main kitchen, bump into them my ass.

If she went straight to Steward Qian and Granny Li saying she had something important to tell Madam, she didn’t need to think about it—she’d definitely be beaten out of there with random sticks the moment she finished talking.

After mulling it over, fine, she’d just muddle along for now. Opportunity will come sooner or later.

About an hour later, the plates and bowls from the breakfast that had just been sent out were brought back.

Seeing that one portion had barely been touched, people in the kitchen started talking.

"Hey, the Eldest Young Master didn’t eat much for breakfast again today."

"Yeah, seems today’s dishes didn’t suit the Eldest Young Master’s taste again."

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Xiaoxiao looked over at those dishes, silently complaining in her heart: does this Eldest Young Master have some kind of problem? Eating something this greasy first thing in the morning—of course he can’t get it down.

Everyone else’s food is clearly things like rice porridge and steamed buns, but why is this Eldest Young Master so special that he gets stir–fried dishes? And then he still doesn’t eat them.

At first, Xiaoxiao thought the people in the Prime Minister Residence were really strange, even a bit lacking in harmony, because the family didn’t eat together and that always felt awkward to her.

Later, she listened to the explanation from the kitchen people and finally understood.

Turns out the Old Master and the Prime Minister have been away recently, and Madam is on a vegetarian, Buddhist routine, so they don’t eat together; each branch eats in its own quarters.

The Prime Minister Residence has two young masters, both unmarried.

The Eldest Young Master is twenty–three years old and engaged to the Emperor’s younger sister, Princess Wenping. Because Princess Wenping is too young, the Empress Dowager kept her back for a few more years, so the marriage still hasn’t happened. The Eldest Young Master is a man of letters, spending all day in his room playing with brush and ink. He also has this odd quirk: he dislikes porridge and steamed buns and only eats steamed rice. That’s why his breakfast is different from everyone else’s.

The Second Young Master is eighteen, right at the hot–blooded age, also unmarried, and he’s a man who loves martial arts. All day he’s in the courtyard swinging blades and spears, and every so often he runs off for some outside training.

The Eldest Young Master has four older sisters above him, all already married off, and all to people of very high status, so they don’t come back often. Among them is Simaling. Only now did Xiaoxiao realize that Xiaoyao’s body is already twenty–four years old, though you really couldn’t tell from her looks. Her skin is so tender that Xiaoxiao had thought she was only eighteen or nineteen. Sure enough, girls raised in grand households are really well–nourished and radiant.

Of course, none of this was asked by Xiaoxiao, because with people watching her, she didn’t dare be that blatantly curious.

It was all the kitchen folks, spilling it out like poured grain.