The Young Master of the Chamberlain's Family

Chapter 29 Osmanthus Roasted Milk

As the New Year is approaching, the weather is getting colder and colder. The snow this year is heavier than in previous years, crushing many houses that have been in disrepair. There are also more and more beggars wandering around the capital.

Xu Anheng was wrapped tightly by Xia He and followed her mother like a dumpling while serving porridge.

Originally, when he was still young, Xu Anheng only knew that his family would set up tents in the streets every winter to cook porridge and provide relief to the victims, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Today, Mrs. Xu has seen him unable to muster any strength for several days, with his mother beside him. With the persuasion of his grandma, he was brought out and asked to do whatever he could in the porridge shed.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Xu, and thank you so much, young master Xu." A ragged old man with a stooped figure took a bowl of boiling white porridge and kept saying his thanks as he left. I saw him limping out of the long queue, hiding under the eaves, holding a porridge bowl and carefully drinking the hot porridge.

Xu Anheng saw that although the refugees next to him looked envious, no one came forward to fight for them, so he felt relieved and concentrated on passing the bowl to his mother.

They kept busy until noon, when most of the porridge had been served, Mrs. Xu led Xu Anheng home. As soon as he got on the carriage, Xu Anheng slumped down lazily, obviously exhausted.

Seeing that her son was too tired to move, Mrs. Xu rubbed his head in a funny way, then sat closer and reached out to squeeze his legs and arms.

"Mom, don't pinch me, it's sore." Xu Anheng trembled from being pinched, sat up straight and hid beside him, complaining a bit.

"Who told you to be lazy in the house and unwilling to move every day?" Mrs. Xu did not pay attention to her younger son. She did not stop moving her hands and even used some strength. "If you don't rub it, you will be even more sore tomorrow. Be patient."

Xu Anheng also knew this truth, so he had to endure the soreness in his arms and legs all the way home. As soon as the carriage stopped, he couldn't wait to jump out of the carriage, and then imitated the servant's posture beside the carriage, supporting Mrs. Xu Get off the carriage.

"You." Mrs. Xu looked at her youngest son, who was about the same height as the carriage wheels, smiled and shook her head, bent down, followed his wishes, and supported his arm to get out of the carriage.

As soon as the two masters came back, they passed around the meals. They had been busy all morning despite the cold wind and heavy snow, and they were already hungry. Today, all the dishes cooked in the kitchen were home-cooked dishes, and Xu Anheng ate them with gusto. His appetite seemed much better than the previous few days. Mrs. Xu observed carefully and calmly, and finally felt relieved.

After asking her mother that she didn’t have to go back to give alms in the afternoon, Xu Anheng felt relieved and slept peacefully in the room. When she woke up again, the room was dark. She looked out through the window screen. There was no light to be found.

The maid outside heard the sound, lit the candle, opened the bed curtain, and waited for the young master to get up.

"What time is it now?" Xu Anheng half-squinted his eyes, casually took the robe from Dong Xue and put it on.

"Back to the young master, it's Shen Zhengchu's time now."

That was four o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Anheng thought, and couldn't help but look out the window: "Why is the sky so dark?"

Dongxue knelt down and arranged the young master's clothes. Hearing the words, Dongxue replied: "It gets dark early in winter. The snow has fallen a bit heavier just now, making the sky look even darker."