When someone came to take the cotton away, Zong Yi would take out the booklet and ask the person to put a fingerprint next to his name.
The names of the people who picked cotton were all written in it. Although they were written in a sloppy manner, at least he could recognize them.
Old Man Ren and his family went back happily with the cotton.
There is also a small table inside the canteen of the compound. The dishes are slightly different from those outside, and they are mainly eaten by the few people who are busy in the kitchen.
Afraid that the two treasures would make a fuss outside, Song Yuehua also took them to eat in the cafeteria.
In addition to them, there were also Granny Wang, Zhu Yanli, Tian, and those who worked until the last minute before eating, Xie Wenwu, Zhou Xiaohu, and Wu.
Xie Wenwu served the last dish of braised pork, pinched his ear, sat down at the table, and asked, "Master, have you tried it? How do you feel about it?"
"I haven't eaten yet. I'm waiting for you to join me," Song Yuehua said. "Your cooking skills are beyond doubt, but I didn't expect that you are also very good at coordinating and coordinating. I overlooked this before."
Xie Wenwu chuckled, "That's true. Doesn't this also prove that I am very suitable to be the kitchen manager?"
Song Yuehua scooped a bowl of soup without saying anything.
Dabao and Xiaobao had been fed long ago, but unexpectedly, when Dabao saw everyone eating, he became greedy again and ran to Xie Wenwu with his mouth wide open.
Xie Wenwu was gnawing on a pig's trotter. When he saw the little baby, he realized he couldn't let him gnaw on the pig's trotter, so he could only feed him some soup.
When Tian saw it, she immediately said, "Dabao can't eat anymore. He has eaten enough."
Dabao was not willing to obey. He climbed onto the stool by holding onto Xie Wenwu's arm. Just as he was about to grab the pig's trotter in front of him, Song Yuehua shouted, "Dabao!"
Dabao trembled, opened his big round eyes, and said pitifully, "Eat meat..."
"Go down!" Song Yuehua said.
Dabao pursed his lips, and then was grabbed by the collar and taken away by Xie Wenwu.
"Don't cry!"
Xie Wenwu said earnestly, "Your sister is not as kind-hearted as me. If you don't want to get into trouble, don't say anything."
Dabao fell silent instantly.
Song Yuehua: "..." Do you think I'm deaf?
The courtyard was almost cleaned up, and Song Yuehua came to the small house to see the situation.
Zong Yi said, "Most of those who came to help have received their gifts, except for the three managers, Master Xie and Xiao Yu."
Song Yuehua called Xiaoyu and Xiaoyu over and distributed the cotton to them. The two girls were obviously a little embarrassed, "Sister, we don't need to distribute it."
"How can I not send it?"
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "You can help them too. Whatever they have, you should have too. This cotton is earned by you. You can do whatever you want with it. You don't need to ask others."
Xie Wenwu took the cotton and turned around to give it to Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, I'll give this bag to you. You have good craftsmanship and nothing you do will be wasted."
Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Then Brother Wenwu, let me make you a coat."
"Okay, okay." Xie Wenwu said with a smile.
Xie Yu also took the cotton and said, "I'll make a cotton jacket for Xiaoyu."
Xiaoyu took her cotton and said, "Then make some clothes for Xiaoyu."
Song Yuehua: "..."Isn't cotton still the same cotton?
All three of them received their own cotton.
After Xie Yu returned to the academy, Bian Wu stopped her and handed her a bag of cotton. "This was given to me by the sect steward. It's useless to me, so I'll give it to you."
Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, brother will give his cotton to Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu will make him a set of winter clothes. You give the cotton to me, and I will make you a set of winter clothes."
Winter clothes? Bian Wu had no such idea.
Before he could explain, Xie Yu ran away with the cotton.
At home, Tian came back early with Dabao, Xiaobao, Xiaoyu and Xiaoyu.
Xie Wenwu and Zhou Xiaohu were also talking at home. When they saw Song Yuehua coming back, they went to greet her.
Zhou Xiaohu was the first to speak, "Daya, Grandpa agreed to let me work in the kitchen."
Song Yuehua looked at Xie Wenwu.
Xie Wenwu punched himself in the chest twice, "We two brothers share the good times and the bad times together."
Song Yuehua sighed and took the two of them to Zhou's house to inquire about the situation.
After listening to her, Zhou Lizheng nodded and said, "Xiao Hu has no talent for studying, and he is not good at anything else. Now that he is willing to work hard, I am satisfied. If he works well, you can accept him. If not, I will ask his father to bring him back."
Hearing what Zhou Lizheng said, Xie Wenwu nudged Zhou Xiaohu with his arm, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Zhou Xiaohu smiled and felt relieved immediately.
As long as he could go to Dongshan to work, he wouldn't have to take Song Xiaocao to school every day. After such a long time, he still felt awkward when he saw Song Xiaocao.
The whole person feels as uncomfortable as possible.
Going to school together and being in the same class almost killed him.
If I could avoid Song Xiaocao and do some work in the kitchen with Xie Wenwu, it would be a win-win situation.
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "I know Xiaohu well. The kitchen also needs someone. If you and Uncle Dafu have no objection, I will accept him as long as he comes."
Xie Wenwu asked excitedly, "Master, should we..."
"I know that you two share happiness and difficulties together," Song Yuehua said with a smile, "Before you finish memorizing the complete collection of idioms, you two should study hard first."
"Old Xie!" Zhou Xiaohu looked at Xie Wenwu with hope on his face.
Xie Wenwu, "..."
Song Yuehua was not without anxiety either.
Now Wu is the only one working in the kitchen, and on weekdays she needs help from people in the compound.
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