"Oh dear, oh dear, I was wrong, sister-in-law. I just thought it smelled so good that I ate a little bit."
Gu Xiaohei covered his ear, which was being pinched painfully, and said, "Sister-in-law, I must say, your cooking skills are comparable to those of a master chef."
Jiang Xue took out the spicy and flavorful duck, then beat the eggs, poured hot oil into the pan, and served the golden eggs while they were still set.
Pour all the garlic sprouts into the pot and stir-fry, then pour the eggs into the pot, add a little seasoning, and a bowl of fragrant garlic sprout and egg stir-fry is ready.
Jiang Xue deftly and skillfully prepared several dishes to go with the rice.
Ji Chen was also busy helping out, urging his fellow workers to eat.
Jiang Xue poured the old duck soup into four small bowls, and naturally placed the two red dates into the bowls of Aunt Zhou's two children.
Another child made a small bowl of rice.
Aunt Zhou, who had just received the old duck soup, smelled the aroma and said, "Jiang Xue, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook. You could open a restaurant in the future."
Jiang Xue shook her head again. "Working in a restaurant is too tiring and not suitable for me. I prefer making clothes."
"Sigh, if I had this skill, I would go to the city to set up a stall, sell some food, and take care of my child. I would never have to suffer this humiliation again."
Looking at Aunt Zhou's distraught eyes and the bruises around her eyes, Jiang Xue felt a pang of sadness.
“Aunt Zhou, it’s not really worth it to work for me for 5 yuan a day.”
As Aunt Zhou fed her child, she sighed, "I know, I also want to find a job that pays well, but I have no skills, no capital, nothing. How can I do it? My family is still in debt."
Jiang Xue knew Aunt Zhou's difficulties. "I have a shop in the city, right? How about this, you can set up a stall in front of my shop and earn some money. Working on your own is definitely better than working for someone else."
"But I don't even know what to sell, and I don't have any skills."
As a woman herself, Jiang Xue's goal was simple: to help her. Although the two had a disagreement before, women who are victims of domestic violence are truly pitiful.
“From now on, go make mixed stew. I happen to be free these two days, and the craftsmen at home are eating here. Tomorrow I will teach you how to make the filling. If you learn from me, I guarantee that the taste will bring back customers.”
"Okay, I just don't know how to do that. Those people who set up stalls in the city all learned it from masters and paid money to do so. I just don't have any money, so I haven't been able to learn anything."
Jiang Xue watched the children, their mouths glistening with oil from eating, and how little they drank, having already finished the old duck soup.
"Shaoheng, your aunt is making stew for you tomorrow, do you want some?"
"Auntie, I love everything you cook."
Jiang Xue looked at his round belly with endless love in her eyes. Perhaps it was because she herself was an orphan, but she truly regarded Shao Heng and Shao Meng as her own children.
"You're really good to these two kids, but your sister-in-law seems so irresponsible."
Aunt Zhou couldn't help but complain.
Jiang Xue looked at the little Shao Meng and said, "She didn't want it, so don't even think about taking it back."
Jiang Xue remembered that she still needed to go to Aunt Zhao's house. "You eat here, I have something to do."
"It's alright, you go ahead with your work. I'll come over around tomorrow, roughly around what time?"
"Whatever you want, you can bring two kids for breakfast, no problem."
After Jiang Xue finished speaking, she instructed Ji Chen to look after the two children, and then she hurriedly went to Aunt Zhao's house.
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