Time Travel: The Noble Family-Chapter 183 - 75: Sheep Milk_3

Chapter 183 -75: Sheep Milk_3

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After class, Yuebing immediately went to the main house to find Lady Mo. The fact that drinking Sheep Milk could have such remarkable effects made her too impatient to wait even a moment longer, and she insisted that Lady Mo buy two sheep.

Lady Mo, upon hearing that long-term consumption of Sheep Milk could beautify and nourish the skin and even delay aging, was equally tempted and promptly ordered someone to purchase two sheep. While other things were expensive and hard to acquire, the cost of buying a few lactating sheep was relatively minimal.

Lady Mo was a very cautious person. Even though they had Sheep Milk, she wouldn’t drink it, nor would she allow Yuebing to, initially sending it to Yuehuan and Yueyao instead.

Nanny Deng, seeing the Sheep Milk specially sent by Lady Mo, adamantly refused to let Yueyao drink it. Yueyao, with a smile, said, “It’s just an ingredient, Mother. You’re worrying too much.” Even if Lady Mo were foolish, she wouldn’t tamper with food—it would be too easily detected.

Unable to deter Yueyao, Nanny Deng could only sigh inwardly, wondering why the young lady didn’t have the slightest guard against Lady Mo!

After drinking the Sheep Milk which had been rid of its gamey taste, Yueyao nodded and said, “Let the kitchen staff know, from now on send Sheep Milk every day, and I shall drink a bowl with every meal.” Indeed, the books did mention the beautifying and nourishing effects of Sheep Milk. Which young lady wouldn’t want to be beautiful as a flower, and Yueyao was no exception. Of course, beauty and skin nourishment were secondary, what was most important was the benefits to one’s health. The books mentioned that Sheep Milk was mild in nature and drinking it was good for the body, something that could be consumed daily unlike other foods that could be harmful if overeaten.

Elsewhere, Yuehuan, upon seeing the two bowls of Sheep Milk that were brought in, grumbled to herself about the stinginess, and handed a bowl to Brother Lun. She split her own bowl in half, giving it to Maternal Aunt Su, “Maternal Auntie, Sheep Milk is very nourishing, and from now on we’ll have it every day. Brother Lun’s health will improve too.” Yuehuan thought she was doing alright, but her brother Tinglun was genuinely too frail and needed replenishment. Tinglun used to seem much better than Tingzheng, but now with Tingzheng’s progress, Yuehuan had always been worried that the siblings would become malnourished if things continued this way. Now, she had solved this problem.

Maternal Aunt Su felt the sweetness of honey in her heart at her daughter’s careful considerations, “You drink it! Your maternal auntie has always been in good health and doesn’t need this. Since you’re still growing and you say it’s nutritious, then you should certainly drink more of it.” Maternal Aunt Su firmly refused to drink, leaving Yuehuan feeling helpless.

Yuebing was not a patient person and began drinking Sheep Milk the next day. She planned not only to drink Sheep Milk but also to use it for washing her face and bathing.

Lady Mo naturally did not dare to let her daughter do as Yuehuan suggested without a second thought, so she invited Doctor Tang to confirm whether it was truly safe to drink Sheep Milk. Only after she received a positive answer from Doctor Tang, learning that Sheep Milk was indeed beneficial for the body, did she agree to let her daughter use it. However, she wasn’t willing to let her daughter be the first to “eat the crab,” so to speak; she had Yuebing’s maid try it first, and only after seeing no adverse effects the next day did she consent to Yuebing using it.

On the third day, the kitchen did not send Sheep Milk to Yueyao. When she heard it had all been used up by the Second Young Lady, she couldn’t help but laugh, “It’s alright if it’s gone.” Sheep Milk was good, but it wasn’t necessary to make a special trip just for a bowl of Sheep Milk—it would have looked desperate. Yueyao planned to keep a sheep at Lanxi Courtyard as well, relying on the main branch was just not reliable.

When Yuehuan found out that Yuebing had used all the Sheep Milk to wash her face, her expression turned quite ugly. Having Sheep Milk to wash her face, but none left for her to drink? Was there anything more unfair than this?

Yueyao, unbidden, recalled a saying, “Behind the vermilion gates meat and wine go to waste, while out on the streets lie the frozen bones of the destitute.”

Maternal Aunt Su consoled her, “Young lady, please remain calm, I believe Madam will buy a few more sheep. Then you and Tinglun will have plenty to drink.”

Yuehuan did not respond. It wasn’t just a matter of Sheep Milk—it was about status. It was one thing to drink soup while others ate meat, but now even her small share of soup depended on whether Yuebing was willing to spare it!

The maid of Maternal Aunt Su chimed in, “Young lady, Maternal Auntie, they also didn’t send any to the Third Young Lady.” The implication was that it wasn’t a slight specifically against the Fourth Miss.

Upon hearing this, Yuehuan’s eyes lit up, “What did the Third Young Lady say?” She was born out of wedlock and powerless against Lady Mo’s control. But this Third Sister, calm and collected, she knew, was someone formidable.

The maid shook her head, “The Third Young Lady didn’t say anything, but she instructed the kitchen to buy a lactating sheep to send to Lanxi Courtyard.” That was doing things on a grand scale; not having it didn’t matter, she would buy her own sheep for milk.

Yuehuan muttered, “Truly someone with deep pockets.” With wealth at hand, if the main kitchen didn’t provide, she could solve the problem herself. Yuehuan felt envious but could not compete. “Ah, money, money,” she yearned for it too. With money, she could nourish her own and her brother’s health. Her thoughts inevitably drifted to the enormous wealth Yueyao possessed, prompting a bitter smile and a shake of her head—where the rich grew richer, the poor died of poverty.

Yet Maternal Aunt Su sighed softly, her daughter had become more restless and less kind-hearted since waking up. She truly feared another crisis might arise.