Zheng Xian was very anxious and was about to cry.
Zheng Xiu had no intention of saying anything to her. Seeing her like this, she felt like a bad person. So she did not look at her, but said to her father and two children, "It's getting late. Just go to the street and buy something to eat. Didn't Ah Yu ask for steamed buns with preserved vegetables? Let's eat a full meal today."
When Zheng Yu heard about steamed buns with preserved vegetables, he forgot about the choking noodles, got down from the bench, held his father with one hand and Xue Shao with the other, and kept urging them, "Let's go quickly. The steamed buns there are very popular. If we go too late, they will be gone!"
After seeing the three of them off, Zheng Xiu turned back to look at Zheng Xian.
Zheng Xian was still standing by the dining table in the main hall, staring at the noodles on the table in a daze.
Zheng Xiu quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, "Don't look at it, come with me. Fortunately, there are still a lot of noodles at home, just cook them again."
Zheng Xian followed her into the kitchen.
Although Zheng Xiu knew that Zhu had never taught Zheng Xian this, she didn't expect that she didn't even have the most basic common sense about cooking. She cooked another pot of noodles and explained every step to Zheng Xian in detail. Zheng Xian listened very carefully and nodded from time to time.
However, Zheng Xiu did not have high expectations for her. Cooking is not something that can be learned by reading books and memorizing. It mainly depends on practice. How much she will learn depends on her next time she makes it herself.
Because of this little episode, the Zheng family had a late breakfast that day.
Even if the others had not tasted the terrible noodles that Zheng Xian made at first, they guessed that it was Zheng Xian who made things worse. However, no one pointed it out. Old Mrs. Zheng smiled and said, "With the help of Miss Xian, the noodles taste better."
Zheng Xiu also nodded and said, "That's right, Miss Xian is studious and smart. She will definitely be able to make breakfast by herself tomorrow."
They were afraid that Zheng Xian would feel embarrassed if she messed up, so they praised her. But when the words reached Zheng Xian's ears, she thought over them word by word in her heart, and felt more and more that if she didn't learn cooking well and failed their expectations, she would end up in trouble.
Of course, she didn't show these twisted thoughts on her face, but just smiled faintly with her handkerchief pinched as usual.
From that day on, Zheng Xiu cooked three meals a day, and kept Zheng Xian by her side during the three meals. She wanted to teach her everything she knew, and she almost tied her to her belt.
No matter what Zheng Xian thought in her heart, she was still smart. After learning for five or six days, she could already make some simple stir-fries.
Zheng Xiu prepared two dishes every day and let her do it.
If she cooks well, the whole family will be happy to eat. If she doesn't cook well, no one will say a word to her.
Zheng Xian was very timid at first, but later she became very familiar with the process of cooking on the stove.
But apart from anything else, seeing the Zheng family members eating with smiles on their faces, she would also feel a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of her heart. Gradually, she was not so resistant in her heart.
Early that morning, Zheng Xiu got up and went to the kitchen, and saw Zheng Xian was already busy. The water was boiling, the seasonings were put in the bowl, and in another pot, the fried eggs were sizzling.
"Don't worry, big sister. I'll make breakfast for today."
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but look at Zheng Xian. She was still the same person and was wearing the same clothes as before, but now the handkerchief in her hand was gone, her sleeves were neatly rolled up to her wrists, and she was wearing a blue cloth apron around her waist. She was staring at the pot attentively, and she looked energetic.
That's right...
A girl from a commoner's family, raised so delicately, but there is no smooth road ahead. Only by being pragmatic and down-to-earth can she live a good life in the future.
As soon as the noodles came out of the pot, Zhu's shrill voice suddenly appeared in the main room.
Zheng Xiu and Zheng Xian each carried two bowls of noodles into the main hall, and saw Zhu standing there with a basket on her shoulder, calling Zheng Xiu's name.
When she saw Zheng Xiu, Zhu first smiled and said, "Xiu girl, I was just calling you. I just came to see..." Halfway through her words, she saw Zheng Xian, who was following Zheng Xiu with a bowl of noodles and an apron.
Zhu's words stopped abruptly, and the smile on her face froze, and she screamed, "Xian girl, what are you doing?!"
Zheng Xiu was standing next to her, and was so scared by her shout that she almost overturned the bowl of noodles in her hand.
Zhu had already walked to Zheng Xian in two steps, snatched the bowl of noodles from her hand, put it on the table, and asked her in a shrill voice: "Who told you to do these things? These servants' jobs are also yours to do?"
Zheng Xiu was still beside her. She had been doing this job on the stove for several years, but she didn't expect that after Zhu said it once, it became a job for servants.
"Second aunt, sister Xian is just helping out." Zheng Xiu said.
"What help do you mean?" Zhu said unhappily, "Our girl Xian will have a great future. Why do you treat her like this after she has lived in your house for a while?"
Zheng Xian's apron was roughly pulled off by her mother, and she was standing there at a loss.
After Zhu's shouting, the rest of the Zheng family left the house.
Zhu held Zheng Xian's hand distressedly, wiped her tears and cried: "I have raised you for so many years, and never let you do any rough or heavy work! But look, it's only been a few days, and your hands have become so rough, how will others look at you in the future..."
Just listening to her words, those who don't know would think that the Zheng family treated Zheng Xian harshly during the half month she lived here.
Old Lady Zheng tried to persuade her, saying, "During the time she has lived here, Xian has only been doing needlework and practicing her cooking skills, but she hasn't suffered much."
Zhu was still crying, "Practicing cooking skills? What kind of cooking skills does our Xian girl need to practice? She will be a superior person in the future, not a servant! I am a good girl, but you have treated me like this..."
Zheng Xian couldn't stand it any longer, and gently pulled her mother's sleeve. Zhu pushed her away, "You too, you do whatever others tell you to do? You have no brains! Why did I give birth to such a fool like you!"
"Stop making a fuss!" Old Man Zheng shouted, stopping the chattering Zhu. "Go home if you want to make a fuss! If you think we are mistreating the girl, take her home and teach her yourself!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
