After Li Huashi rejected the few aunties who could cook that the boy from the slum found for her.

The slum boy frowned and asked, "What kind of person are you looking for?"

Li Huashi: "A woman can cook!"

"Which of these people I found is not a woman? Which one can't cook?"

Li Huashi said with disgust, "That's called cooking? Being able to cook food is called cooking? Even my cooking skills can't compare to theirs. Even if I cook with my feet, it tastes better than theirs!"

"If you want to find someone with good cooking skills, there's not enough money this month."

Li Huashi: "You're talking nonsense! I've inquired about it! The highest monthly salary for a cook is only 12 yuan! The cheapest is only 8 yuan!"

"What you said is not a big request. Your request is to have a royal chef."

Li Huashi: . . .

"Then find someone with better skills than them, and I'll give you some extra money."

Finally, the boy from the slum somehow found a young woman whose cooking skills were said to be comparable to those of a royal chef.

Her name is Xiaofang.

It is said that Xiaofang used to be a kitchen helper in a restaurant. Because she was suppressed by the chef and had no chance to stand out, her salary was not high.

Li Huashi didn't believe this. If someone with skills comparable to those of the imperial chef wanted a chance to stand out, there were plenty of ways for him to do so.

After all, when running a restaurant, what matters is the craftsmanship in taste.

Unless the chef's cooking skills are even better than the royal chef, which restaurant owner would be so pessimistic?

So when Li Huashi heard what the brat from the slum said, she looked at the guy expressionlessly.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

Slum Boy: ... "Well, there is another reason. The boss of that store wanted the recipe from Xiaofang's ancestors, but Xiaofang didn't want to, so he kept suppressing her."

Li Huashi blinked, but didn't ask why she didn't work in another restaurant.

In this day and age, it is easy to kill someone. It just depends on whether the other person has the courage to do it.

"So what you're saying is that if I take her in, there might be trouble?"

The slum boy shook his head: "I don't know, maybe yes, maybe no."

Li Huashi rolled her eyes, but she was not afraid of trouble. If others found fault with her, she could just blackmail them.

So Li Huashi kept Sister Xiaofang as her new wife, offering her ten dollars a month.

Since there would be trouble, she could certainly bargain for the price.

And ten dollars is convenient for accounting.

Sister Xiaofang is not that young. She looks to be around 30 years old.

Although Li Huashi wanted to let her live with her so that she could have extra meals or something.

Plus, I may not be able to wake up in the morning to eat.

But the other party said that he had to go home to take care of his family, so Li Huashi simply asked him to cook lunch and dinner every day.

In addition to cooking, you also have to make some desserts and other food.

The general meaning is that there must always be something in the kitchen so that you can have something to eat whenever you want.

If you don’t finish the food on the same day, the cook can take it home the next day, but you can’t deliberately make too much food so that you can’t finish it.

After everything was done, the whole courtyard looked brand new.

Days like these, when she can have a steaming hot breakfast right after waking up, give Li Huashi a sense of life.

Holding a bowl of noodles with large pieces of braised meat, Li Huashi sat cross-legged under a tree in the yard, eating it with a sip of soup and some noodles.

Li Huashi, who doesn’t like staple food very much and has a picky taste, has more meat and vegetables than noodles in her bowl.

. . . .

Li Huashi had completely forgotten that he had actually offended four of the Nine Sects.

Late that night, after losing all his money in the casino, he squatted at the door of the casino, touched the fake beard on his face, and looked worried.

She has no money...

All the dollars and banknotes she stole from Mr. Jie Jiu were gone.

Even the thousands of taels of silver in her warehouse, the small amounts she had saved for shopping, were gone.

Those hundreds of taels of gold were gone too...

Moreover, Li Huashi didn't even leave any money for Sister Xiaofang's food.

She is so poor now that she doesn't even have a penny.

Because Huqi and Zhuiyao didn't allow me to keep too much gold on me, they asked me to exchange all my gold into gold coins.

Therefore, Li Huashi didn't have much gold to lose.

Without Hu Qi's surveillance and supervision, Li Huashi could no longer control herself, even though she could only lose 100 taels of gold every day.

Now all she has left in her warehouse is a bunch of antique calligraphy and paintings...

Um?

Yes!

She also has antiques to exchange for money!

Where are there children crying every day? Where are there gamblers losing every day? !

She feels she can win the next one!

Even if she can't win the next time, there's always the next time! She can lose countless times! But as long as she bets more! As long as she wins once! She can make back her money!

And as long as she covered her face, or if she went to the slums and found someone to exchange the things she stole from Mr. Jie Jiu's house for dollars, she would be rich again!

Thinking of this, Li Huashi immediately became energetic again.

But when Li Huashi noticed that the dark street was empty, it indicated that it was getting late and the pawnshop must be closed.

Li Huashi could only sigh, then touched her hungry stomach and prepared to go home for dinner first.

. . . .

On the way back, there seemed to be a person lying in the dark alley.

Li Huashi put her hands in her sleeves and looked at the scene with disgust and wariness on her face.

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