Chapter 271 The Young Lady Who Made Things More Than Helpful

Seeing the sinister look on the girl's face, Zhang San stopped trying to dissuade her.

He just felt that there was something wrong with the girl's brain.

At 12:00 on the second day, the girl came to the shop in a white cloth dress with tears in her eyes.

She pretended to be weak, trying to win everyone's sympathy.

Everyone looked at the girl, and seeing that the girl was wearing white and had tears in her eyes, most of them felt sorry for her.

They had not read much, and they spoke very straightforwardly.

An old lady who was washing vegetables directly took the girl's hand and said, "My dear girl, did someone die in your family?"

The girl felt that the old lady seemed to be scolding her, and she looked at the old lady with eyes full of hatred.

In front of these rough people, the girl had no intention of restraining her emotions, and she disdained to spend her thoughts on these servants.

The lady was frightened by the girl's eyes and explained repeatedly.

"Don't blame me, young lady, I have no bad intentions."

"I just saw that the young lady was wearing a white dress, and I thought someone in the family had died, so I couldn't help asking more questions."

The girl frowned and said nothing.

When Pan Niang came, she saw that the atmosphere in the kitchen was tense, and smiled: "In the past, when I came to the shop, I didn't even need to enter the kitchen to hear you chattering. What happened today?"

The lady just now smiled and said: "Sister Pan, you are here. I don't know how to speak, and I have annoyed this new girl. Please help me speak, I really didn't mean it."

Pan Niang looked at the girl. Hui Niang told her about the girl yesterday and asked her to take a closer look.

She thought she was dull and not as discerning as Hui Niang.

Hui Niang couldn't tell it for a moment, and she was afraid she couldn't tell it either.

It's just that the servants hired in this kitchen are all poor people, very honest, never cheating, and very easy to get along with.

She likes this kind of atmosphere in the kitchen very much. The girl broke this atmosphere in the kitchen as soon as she came. No matter whether the girl is good or bad, or what her character is, it is obviously not suitable for her kitchen.

From the attitude of the people, the girl can also see that Pan Niang's identity is not ordinary, at worst she is a manager, so the girl bowed and said softly.

"My surname is Deng, my name is Wanying, and I am new today."

She didn't explain what happened between her and the woman, but just spoke with tears in her eyes.

Pan Niang sighed: "Don't cry, Aunt Li is a rough person, she is not good at speaking, I withheld her meal at noon to let her remember."

Aunt Li nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I will remember it."

The girl forced a smile, although it was not very bright, but it made Aunt Li secretly relieved.

Aunt Li murmured: "I always feel that I have seen this girl somewhere, and this surname is also familiar, but I can't remember it."

A servant who was chopping wood and carrying water said: "It sounds familiar. There was a woman who assassinated the lady before. Her husband's surname was Deng. We also went there to throw vegetable leaves."

Pan Niang saw that there was nothing to do in the kitchen, so she called the girl to help light the fire.

Deng Wanying had never done rough work, and after struggling for a long time, she did not do anything to light the fire.

"Forget it." Pan Niang sighed.

In the end, Pan Niang had to light the fire herself.

While she was lighting the fire, she told the girl how to do it.

The girl responded incoherently. She

seemed to be listening carefully, but also seemed to be in a daze.

Pan Niang was not sure whether the girl listened or not.

Pan Niang had a bad feeling.

In order to prevent the girl from making things worse, she patiently taught the girl carefully.

What is a big fire, what is a small fire, and how to add firewood.

Pan Niang explained it clearly.

In fact, it was just a matter of lighting a fire, and there were people in the kitchen who were free, so they could just add some firewood. There were enough people in the kitchen, but the front hall was short of manpower.

But the girl looked dazed, and it seemed that she could not do anything. If she was sent directly to the front hall, it might cause trouble.

Seeing that Deng Wanying was indeed pitiful, Pan Niang spoke seriously, as if she was treating the five-year-old Shen Chutang.

No, to be precise, when she met Shen Chutang, Shen Chutang was only four years old. The four-year-old Shen Chutang was very smart. At first, he just watched the fire, but later he learned to control the fire without her teaching.

In fact, she did not teach Shen Chutang anything. The four-year-old Shen Chutang learned to control the fire without a teacher. She thought that since she taught so carefully, Deng Wanying should be able to learn it quickly.

She felt relieved and her tone became much lighter.

"Did you understand? Is there anything you don't know?"

Seeing that the girl didn't respond, Pan Niang asked again: "Did you understand?"

The girl was a little impatient, and her beautiful eyes rolled up in displeasure: "I understand."

Can't anyone with hands do this kind of rough work?

The girl was adding firewood seriously at first, but later she felt it was too troublesome.

It was really too troublesome to add firewood in small amounts.

So many firewoods would burn out in a short time, so it would be better to add more at once.

Adding more means less work.

She simply filled the stove and the fire was lit soon.

The bottom of the pot was fried with a lot of oil and spicy.

The fire was so big that the bottom of the pot was burnt all of a sudden.

Not only was the food in the pot burnt, but it was also very spicy.

Everyone in the room couldn't help coughing.

Pan Niang looked at the fire under the stove and got angry.

"Didn't I tell you to turn down the heat?"

"Why did you add so much?"

"Do you know that everything in the pot is burnt because of your fire?"

The bottom of the pot is filled with oil, chili peppers, and various expensive seasonings. It's not cheap.

Now it's burnt. What a waste of food.

If the bottom of the pot is burnt, the taste will be bad, and it will naturally be unusable.

She grew up in a poor family, so she naturally cherishes these things.

She said with a little self-blame: "Such expensive things are wasted like this." Her tone was fast and urgent, half directed at the girl and half at herself.

The profit of Hui Niang's hot pot shop was not high. She only made about ten cents per table, and it mainly relied on wine.

If she threw away the bottom of this pot, Hui Niang would not make any money from the table.

Although a dozen cents is not much, it is enough for a poor family to eat for several days.

Deng Wanying is a newcomer, she should pay more attention and should not try to fry several pots of base at the same time.

The girl apologized with red eyes: "I, I didn't mean it, don't be angry, sister."

"I've never worked hard, don't blame me, sister."

The girl was good-looking, but now her eyes were red, and she looked like she was bullied, so pitiful.

"Forget it, forget it." Pan Niang waved her hands in frustration: "It's not your fault, it's my own fault for not paying attention."

"I've wasted a lot of time today, I'm afraid it's too late, you'd better not watch the fire, so as not to ruin my wok, go wash the vegetables."