"In the middle of the day, instead of cooking, you just stand here like a post, aren't you hungry?"
To ensure work efficiency, Mo Lan managed the situation humanely, giving everyone a one-hour lunch break. Now, with everyone standing here under the blazing sun, glaring at each other, it was quite a sight.
"Boss, they're bullying us. Even if we run into each other, we should just mind our own business. Why should they get to use the water first?"
"Why can't we use it first? Don't you even look at what you're washing? It smells like game. How are we supposed to wash rice after you've used it? How can we eat it?"
The other party also felt they were not wrong, and stubbornly snorted.
"Nonsense! This isn't stagnant water; it's always flowing. What can't be washed away? I think you're just being pretentious."
"It's because you guys are so inconsiderate..."
Listening to their argument, each side claiming to have their own reasons, Mo Lan looked down at the pile of wild game on the ground and glanced helplessly at Qin Su.
"What does Young Master Qin think?"
Hearing Mo Lan's question, Qin Su was also somewhat helpless, "It's all a small matter, not worth mentioning. You're afraid of getting your hands dirty with blood, so you go upstream to wash the rice. They're cleaning the prey downstream. Is it really worth making such a fuss about?"
"Young master, it's not that we're unwilling, it's that they complain that we've dirtied the stream while washing the rice, saying it's unclean."
“We all saw who told you to deliberately thrash around and play dirty tricks.”
Qin Su: "......"
Are they all three-year-olds?
childish.
Listening to their tone, Mo Lan was speechless. This wasn't a question of who came first or last; it was simply that the two sides didn't like each other and were using this as an excuse to make trouble.
"Alright, it's such a small thing, why are you all making such a fuss? Let them wash first, and you can deal with the wild game after the water has receded. We have plenty of time, it won't make a difference if we wait a little longer."
"Yes, boss."
Qin Su waved his hand at his men with a not-so-good expression, "Go on, hurry up, and don't argue over such trivial matters in the future, lest it hurt your harmony."
Listening to her master's instructions, Tingyu smiled and agreed, "That's right, we're not three-year-olds. What's wrong with a little earlier or later? Stop standing there like idiots, go do what you're supposed to do."
"Yes," the cooks replied listlessly, carrying their baskets after being scolded by their master.
Seeing that Mo Lan was about to leave, Qin Su quickly spoke up, "Miss, may I have a word with you in private?"
"Let's sit under the trees up ahead. We'll be eating a while anyway," Mo Lan said, pointing to a few large trees in front of her. They were cool there, and there were stone benches to sit on.
After several encounters, Qin Su had come to understand Mo Lan's temperament, so he decided to stop beating around the bush.
"I wonder if the mining is going smoothly here, young lady?"
"It's alright, I haven't encountered any difficulties yet," Mo Lan replied casually, not taking it seriously at all.
"Does Miss Mo Lan harbor some prejudice against me?" Qin Su looked at Mo Lan, his lips twitching slightly.
The girl was always wary of him; once or twice, she couldn't deny it even if she wanted to.
“No,” Mo Lan said, stroking her pointer and glancing at him indifferently.
Qin Su: "......"
Mo Lan assumed Qin Su didn't believe her when he remained silent.
We met by chance and are not familiar with each other.
Qin Su: "...The documents have all been signed, I thought we were already friends."
This is the first time I've felt that chatting with people is so difficult.
"The division of profits was done without any personal feelings involved." Mo Lan didn't notice Qin Su's expression; her demeanor was calm, and her tone was ruthless.
She felt perfectly normal; from the beginning, she had no intention of being friends with Qin Su, and that remained true even now.
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