She rolled up her sleeves, took a knife, and quickly chopped the vegetables.
At first glance, she does seem to have some skills. Her movements are swift and efficient, without any hesitation. She's probably quite capable at home as well. If it weren't for her arrogant nature, she would be a good helper.
"You don't look like someone who's good at working. In the countryside, you have to be quick with your hands, otherwise people who go to the fields will be starving when they come back."
While she was working, she kept muttering to herself, so Shuying simply sat on the sofa and avoided seeing her.
She adopted a haughty demeanor and looked at Song Zhaodi, who was assisting her, "Although you arrived earlier than me, you are not as skilled as me, so you can only assist me. I am a kind-hearted person. If you were to go to someone else, you would be called stealing their skills. I don't have so many rules. You can learn from me yourself."
She picked up the dishes on the table and began to critique them.
"Come with me to the market tomorrow to buy groceries. In your line of work, you need to know how to save money for your customers. My brother's money doesn't grow on trees. You're only buying things that look nice but are useless."
Song Zhaodi remained silent, listening to the occasional noises coming from the kitchen. Shu Ying turned around and called to her, "Sister Song, my cousin can manage all by herself. Why don't you come and help me? It'll save you from getting in her way in the kitchen. I think my cousin is very capable."
Ding Rumei made a lot of noise in the kitchen; spoons would hit the edge of pots, chopsticks would hit bowls, and the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard outside the yard.
Song Zhaodi couldn't help much inside and was even being criticized, so Shu Ying couldn't stand it and simply called her out.
Song Zhaodi glanced at the kitchen with some concern. "Maybe I should go to the kitchen and keep an eye on things. She's so picky; there probably won't be much food left by the time we eat."
Ding Rumei's strength lies in her words; when it comes to the real issue, she gives a completely different story.
Shu Ying grabbed her arm with one hand, "We'll eat whatever she makes. She gets paid the same as you. If she can't even cook a proper meal, she shouldn't be working here. As she said, my family's money didn't grow on trees, so why should we support such a tyrant?"
From the very beginning, Ding Rumei treated this family as her own. If it weren't for the fact that they were relatives, she wouldn't have put up with it until now.
"Sister Song, don't worry. She might just be a little bad at cooking. We're all family, after all. Even if she had a hundred times the courage, she wouldn't dare to poison us."
Since no one is going to die, she should know who is the master of this house, so that she won't be confused about her identity and status in the future.
Song Zhaodi knew that Shu Ying had something on her mind, so she nodded and said nothing more.
Even with this rare moment of leisure, she wasn't willing to rest. She would either be wiping things down or watering flowers and planting vegetables in the yard.
Ding Rumei, who was busy in the kitchen, belatedly realized that she had slammed the basin she was holding onto the cutting board.
"I'm being enslaved by those evil capitalists! We're all paid the same amount of money, doing the same work, so why can she take a break?"
Ding Rumei was seething with hatred. She had just arrived by train after such a long journey and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath before Shu Ying immediately asked her to come to the kitchen to cook.
Even if they were strangers, let alone relatives, we should at least give them a chance to breathe, right?
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