Tuantuan saw a ghost pushing a millstone, grinding beans.
Indeed, the saying "money makes the world go round" is not without merit.
The bean-grinding ghost, seeing Xiaomei and the little dumpling approaching, floated over excitedly, its tone incredibly friendly: "Little fairy, Sister Xiaomei, look how well I've ground these beans! Should we grind them even finer?"
Xiao Mei ran over and nodded with great satisfaction: "Grind it a little finer."
After saying that, Xiaomei gave the ghost who was grinding beans a bill worth ten thousand in ghost money: "This is your reward."
The bean grinder's eyes gleamed with golden light: 【So many!】
Although Xiaomei is not pretty, she has a really kind heart!
Xiaomei: [I'm giving you so much because you still need to trim the garden.]
The bean-grinding devil: !!
Sure enough, Sister Mei's heart isn't that kind!
But ten thousand is fine too.
Xiao Mei pulled out another 10,000 yuan in ghost money: 【Good job, here's your 10,000 back.】
The bean-grinding ghost nodded happily: "Alright, Sister Mei, Little Fairy, just you two watch! I'm best at getting things done."
Having received the money, the bean-grinding ghost picked up a pair of scissors and began snipping away, leaving Tuantuan speechless with astonishment: "It's amazing!"
"My little one, this is what they call 'money makes the world go round.' Whether you're human or ghost, you can't escape the need to make money. But you're different, my little one. Your father and your six brothers are all wealthy, our family isn't short of money, so you don't have this kind of worry."
Xiao Mei, holding a stack of ghost money, said: "Once I have this money, we won't have to fight ourselves. We can find lonely ghosts who need money and have them gang up on."
Just thinking about it is exciting!
The little one seemed to understand, but planned to put what he learned into practice.
...
The fact that the special department had taken in so many high-level ghosts attracted the attention of the paranormal department.
Can even special departments handle such a vengeful ghost?
Very unusual!
After investigation, Liu Yun from the paranormal department discovered that the special department had actually hired two children as full-time employees.
Liu Yun was furious and slammed the documents down: "Nonsense! Utter nonsense! Is this an insult to our sacred profession?"
His secretary, Gao Bo, said, "One of those two children is the heir of the Gu family, and the other is the seventh young lady that the Yang family recently found. I heard that this child from the Yang family is quite extraordinary; she can see ghosts and seems to be able to resolve them. She has helped Gao Jianyun a lot and is now Gao Jianyun's favorite."
"Helping someone gets you into a special department? Is Gao Jianyun under some kind of spell?" Liu Yun paced back and forth in his office.
While pondering what Gao Jianyun was up to, he also worried that the special department was gaining the upper hand over their paranormal bureau.
He was, after all, the director of the Paranormal Bureau, whose abilities and status were above Gao Jianyun's.
If Gao Jianyun handles a few more cases and makes a name for himself, will he have to hand over his position as director of the Paranormal Bureau?
Oh!
Gao Jianyun, don't even think about coveting his supernatural agency!
Liu Yun said, "Make arrangements. Send someone to meet this kid tomorrow. Gu Jinghuai is the heir of the Gu family. His going to Gao Jianyun is a sign of respect for Gao Jianyun. This kid from the Yang family thinks he's something just because he's rich? It's utterly ridiculous!"
Gao Bo nodded: "I'll arrange for someone to do this right now."
...
Aunt Rong and Aunt Pang got up to cook, only to find ground soybeans in the kitchen, along with calligraphy templates printed by Tuantuan. She wanted to drink tofu pudding.
Aunt Rong was startled. This whole vat of beans was ground by Tuan Tuan.
This wasn't done by any of the other servants in the villa.
The plump aunt lowered her voice mysteriously and said, "It must have been the young lady who made the ghost do the work. It's not even fully light yet, and the beans are already ground and still warm. If it's not a ghost, what else could it be but a person? It couldn't have been the young lady who got up to grind the beans herself, could it?"
Aunt Rong felt a chill run down her spine; the thought of the ghostly thing beside her made her hair stand on end.
The plump aunt patted her: "Look how scared you are! Even the young lady isn't afraid, what are you afraid of?"
"Because I'm not a young lady..." Aunt Rong said helplessly.
Aunt Pang was speechless for a moment, then comforted her, "Don't think too much about it. The young lady and the ghost get along well, so we can become familiar with each other too. Who knows, the ghost might even help us if it sees us in the future. They say that meeting someone makes you feel more connected, but we see each other every day, so how could our connection be ordinary? In the end, we're still benefiting from the young lady's influence."
After Aunt Pang's explanation, Aunt Rong's knot in her heart was instantly untied, and it seemed that it really was true.
After the young lady returned, she clearly felt that her sleep quality had improved a lot.
In addition, the Yang family had a very harmonious atmosphere and not many old grudges, so they were happier than the other young ladies who worked as maids.
“You’re right. Since the young lady wants to eat it, we’ll cook it for her in different ways. I’ll take a cooking class later to improve my skills. My job is one that so many people would kill for.”
Aunt Pang nodded repeatedly: "You're right. I'll ask the other women now and ask them to recommend us for training classes on children's meals."
"I think New Western looks good. I'll go check it out after I finish making breakfast."
The two of them were no longer afraid and started cooking with all their might.
Early in the morning, tofu pudding was served, along with fried dough sticks, soup dumplings, and savory pancakes. Tuantuan ate with great satisfaction.
The beans ground this way taste better than those ground by an electric mill, and everyone in the Yang family ate their fill.
The little dumpling patted its round belly and didn't hold back its praise: "Grandma Fatty and Grandma Rong's cooking skills are getting better and better. The food they make is so delicious."
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