"Sister Xia, you're here." Zheng Zhenhao, who was struggling with a chicken leg, looked up and greeted Xia Baozhu, but before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot.

An ordinary person can look stunning with a little dressing up, let alone Xia Baozhu, who has the natural beauty to rely on.

"Xia, Xia, Sister Xia." The pure love warrior San Gou, who already had a secret crush on her, fell head over heels at first sight, his heart completely captivated.

"Good morning, Xiao Zheng, Xiao Hao. You're here so early, thank you for your hard work." Xia Baozhu picked up her chef's hat and mask and put them on, then put her homemade long-sleeved apron over her cotton-padded jacket.

Her image would be even more fitting if the working environment were a hospital operating room.

"Zhao Di, why do you only hire men?"

Leng Minghui followed them into the kitchen and, seeing the three dogs dressed as chefs, immediately recognized them as men.

"I didn't say anything about you hiring a female assistant, so please don't point fingers in my shop."

"How can that be the same? You're a woman, you should be even more careful about your reputation."

"So you're a man, so you don't need to care about your reputation? You can just find any woman you want? And are you implying that only men can work in the factory, and women aren't allowed?"

"That's different. You own the shop; you can hire whoever you want. Why choose a man?"

"You own the company; you can hire any assistant you want. Why choose a woman?"

"What you're doing is irresponsible of you."

Xia Baozhu was amused by such absurd words.

"Alright, I'm going to work now. Please don't disturb my work." Xia Baozhu pointed to the door, signaling Leng Minghui to leave.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, make me a bowl of noodles."

"We don't have noodles in the shop." Xia Baozhu showed him the price list on the wall.

"One hundred yuan, two eggs, and a chicken leg. I want to eat here." Leng Minghui took out one hundred yuan and handed it to Xia Baozhu.

Xia Baozhu immediately accepted the money with a smile and said, "Then please wait on the bench outside for a while."

"I'm spending so much money, can't I watch the cooking process here? That way I can correct any unhygienic aspects during the cooking process."

Leng Minghui is rich, so he speaks with confidence.

Xia Baozhu treated him like a customer, so he dealt with her as if she were a customer. If Xia Baozhu still didn't agree, he would continue to spend money.

"No problem." Xia Baozhu readily agreed, considering that a bowl of noodles cost a hundred yuan.

If Leng Minghui hadn't said anything and had just given the money, it would have been alright, but unfortunately his mouth was too foul.

Xia Baozhu handed Leng Minghui a small stool and turned to cook.

She didn't eat either, but she didn't want to eat the same food as Leng Minghui.

I also made two soda crackers and cooked a pot of porridge. The extra porridge can be eaten at noon.

Some people are not only naturally good-looking, but even their every move is beautiful. They can move naturally and gracefully without having to learn proper etiquette.

Leng Minghui couldn't remember the last time he saw Xia Zhaodi cook; it seemed to be around the time of the Chinese New Year last year.

He rushed back to the south after the New Year, without even visiting his father-in-law's house.

No, he didn't see him last year because he never goes into the kitchen after he got married.

He would sit and wait, telling his younger siblings about interesting things happening outside at the dinner table. At that time, he felt that his family was harmonious and he was very happy.

San Gou was busy frying chicken while glancing sideways at the man whose clothes were even more glamorous than Sun Xingyan's.

From head to toe, he looked just like the rich people in the Hong Kong movies he watched.

Only a man like him could be worthy of Sister Xia.

A sense of inferiority and loss welled up in San Gou's heart.

"Brother Feng, shouldn't we flip it over?" Zheng Zhenhao reminded San Gou, trying to cheer him up from his pessimistic mood.

After finishing his meal, Leng Minghui didn't leave. He ordered another cup of bubble tea and slowly drank it.

He observed Xia Baozhu's interactions with everyone, including the customers who came to the store to buy things.

She'll chat with regular customers, while focusing on introducing the products to new customers.

Few people stared at her; occasionally one or two would glance at her neck, which made Leng Minghui feel nauseous.

Leng Minghui went out, but returned shortly afterward, carrying a bag containing a pearl-white fur scarf.

The pearly fur felt incredibly smooth to the touch, and when pressed against the face, it was warm and soft; Leng Minghui fell in love with it at first sight.

"Put this on, it'll keep you warm." Leng Minghui handed the bag to Xia Baozhu.

Xia Baozhu thought he had left, and that out of sight, out of mind, but unexpectedly he came back and went to buy her things again.

The scarf is short, with a snap closure, and when wrapped, it extends about ten centimeters outwards from the left and right sides.

This scarf is so comfortable that Xia Baozhu couldn't help but rub her face against it.

"Thank you," Xia Baozhu said with satisfaction.

Seeing that she liked it, Leng Minghui was happy. Giving the right gift really did earn her a good attitude.

At 3 PM on the 29th of the lunar year, Xia Baozhu told San Gou and the other two to leave work early, calculated their wages for the period of time, and gave each of them a red envelope.

Xia Baozhu was left to sell all the goods for the day herself.

After checking all the stoves in the shop and closing the back door, Xia Baozhu took off her hat and mask, removed her apron, picked up the bag containing the down jacket, and finally closed the door and left.

Leng Minghui said he would come to pick her up in the afternoon before he left at noon.

Xia Baozhu had no hope for his words, so she walked a few more steps and planned to take the bus at the front gate of the municipal party committee's residential compound.

Like a stone thrown into a calm pond, Xia Baozhu's appearance caused ripples in the pond, and wherever she went, people's eyes followed her.

This is a long stage where elegant and radiant models display their unique beauty. This beauty is like a sharp knife that cuts swiftly through people's hearts before they can even think, making them flutter with excitement.

Before I could even get a good look at her widow's peak, her full and smooth forehead, her eyes brimming with starlight, her delicate nose, her petal-like red lips, her round and smooth chin, and her beautiful updo, all that remained in my heart was the word "beautiful."

Her beauty lies not only in her appearance, but also in the confidence and composure that emanates from within.

Receiving these glances, Xia Baozhu was very satisfied with the results of her work last night.

Fortunately, it wasn't as cold during the day as it was in the morning or evening, so she could still bear it even though she was wearing so little.

What she wasn't entirely satisfied with was her hair. She was only 24 years old, and while her updo looked nice, it made her appear somewhat mature. However, a cute and innocent bun would be too casual.

Wearing your hair down is even less appropriate. Winter clothes are already bulky, and the hair at the back is easily rubbed and messed up by the high, thick collar, requiring constant attention and not very elegant.

She's 24 years old, and after the New Year she'll only be 25. What a wonderful age! She should dress to look even younger.

Today's outfit is a bit old-fashioned, more suitable for someone around thirty years old, but it's still a hundred times better than yesterday's sixty-year-old style.

Even so, Xia Baozhu was still very proud of her ability to alter clothes, and her professional skills were not wasted.

I'll practice this skill more often in the future.