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Chapter 536: 535: From Young to Old (11)
Chapter 536: 535: From Young to Old (11)
Chapter 536: Chapter 535: From Young to Old (11)
She said irritably, “One week!”
After hearing this, Bo Yan expressed his regret, “That still leaves five days!”
Today was only the second day of her period, so indeed there were still five days to go, right?
Five days, which means one hundred and twenty-four hours, felt like such a long time.
“What five days, at least eight days later!” Xia Siyu quickly roared angrily.
This scumbag! She thought he was tender and considerate. Who knew that as soon as she got better, he would be so eager?
Normally, after menstruation, she should at least have three days to recover. The wound hadn’t healed yet, and doing it now would harm her.
Bo Yan wasn’t a fool, either; when Xia Siyu mentioned it, he immediately nodded, “Of course.”
His own wife, of course he should be gentle with her. Although the time had just stretched to eight days later, making the whole cycle ten days, he had managed seven years of patience, so what was eight or ten days? He’s not a pervert, nor does he have any strange fetishes. Obviously, it wasn’t just about his own pleasure; he also hoped Xia Siyu could stay healthy for a long time.
However.
Bo Yan asked cautiously, “How long does your cycle usually last?”
What if she got her period twice a month, each lasting ten days? Wouldn’t that be dreadful for him?
Grilled goat meat, boiled seven-gill eels, a small portion of apple puree and pear slices, hop-flavored barley beer, and white bread made from fine wheat flour.
This was Liszt’s dinner.
The slightly Western-style meal did not suit his taste, but he was incapable of cooking and could not prepare the home-cooked dishes he liked. Moreover, in this world, nobles are strictly forbidden from entering kitchens, storehouses, or any other places meant for servants, as doing so would be a breach of noble etiquette and subject to ridicule.
Of course, the court was an exception.
The chefs and servants of the court were all attended to by aristocrats from the various small fiefs. Liszt’s father, the Earl of Coral Island, had once served as a stablemaster for the new generation of the Sapphire Duke, responsible for caring for the Duke’s beloved steed—a horse with a mix of dragon blood in its lineage.
To this day, the Earl of Coral Island would occasionally enter the court to fulfill the role of stablemaster.
He relished this task, fearing that another noble might replace him as stablemaster and impede his close relationship with the Grand Duke.
In the same vein, the Sapphire Duke also served as a personal valet to the lord of his sovereign state, the Steel Ridge Kingdom, attending to His Majesty the King’s every need.
Essentially, commoners are the servants of the nobility, and the lesser nobility serve the greater nobility.
Only by becoming king of a country does one become a true master.
“Thankfully, here in Fresh Flower Town, I am the sole master and need not attend to anyone,” Liszt thought contentedly while eating his less-than-satisfactory dinner.
The Earl was his father who didn’t care for him and would hardly bother him.
After dinner, Butler Carter would direct the maids to clean up the dishes, and a personal valet would bring water for washing and assist Liszt with rinsing out his mouth.
When the routine was done, Carter left with the other servants, “I will be just outside the door, Master and the two gentlemen, please call upon me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Mr. Carter,” Liszt said, smiling with a gentleman’s grace. In terms of noble etiquette, he was influenced by his predecessor and didn’t need to learn it actively; it came naturally to him.
Even towards the lowliest servants, one must maintain politeness and respect—in private, it mattered not whether they were beaten or killed or subjected to any sort of mistreatment, but publicly, one must maintain noble demeanor.
“It is my honor to serve you,” Carter said as he smoothly closed the door.
“Liszt,” Goltai said, taking a sip of tea sweetened with honey, “we must quickly make use of the Elf Bug, but the town’s finances are in terrible shape. The previous administrative officer was a fool who did nothing but oppress serfs and left us with a mess!”
“I know, Teacher, please investigate as soon as possible to see which areas are suitable for the Elf Bug placements.”
“Of course, it’s my duty.”
Liszt then turned to Marcus, “Will it be difficult to investigate the magical beasts near Thorn Ridge that are close to Fresh Flower Town? As the landlord, I must take seriously the matter of these beasts frequently harassing the farmers.”
These days, Bo Yan had Song Fengzhi come up with various mutton dishes for her; one day it was mutton soup, the next day it was mutton offal, and the day after it was her favorite, cumin lamb. Mutton was nourishing and warming, but to prevent her from overheating, he also added white radish or similar ingredients to the soup or dishes for balanced nutrition.
As the weather turned to autumn, Xia Siyu even went down to the fields with the landlord to harvest corn and wheat. It was backbreaking work, and the wheat bran could make one’s skin itch. Harvesting wheat could also easily result in cuts. However, with her attitude of fully experiencing life, Xia Siyu did not mind at all, and even found joy in it. After harvesting, they also had to dry and thresh the wheat, all of which Xia Siyu learned to do without any complaints.
In the deep mountains, there were few who recognized her, so she didn’t need a mask or disguise and could run freely and happily on the field ridges—happier than she had ever been walking red carpets.
The life of an actor is such that if you choose fame and a high salary, you have to give up certain things. But in the Northwest, in the depths of the mountains where few knew her and with only Bo Yan’s team and her own, she could finally let loose.
In addition to farming, she also went to the town and county with Bo Yan when they could spare the time. This time she observed with the method Bo Yan taught her and truly discovered many details she had never noticed before. Moreover, as she observed more deeply, she began to form a clearer picture in her mind of how to portray the protagonist of “Spring Light.” This time, it was not just her imagination at work, but a fusion with the lives of the people living there.