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Chapter 110 The Cook

"No, he also wants to come to work in the mansion, and has never been separated from me, and there is no other meaning." Hua Mengyue waved her hand quickly and whispered: "How does Aunt Zhen think of the snacks yesterday?"

Didn’t she do too much? She left some in the kitchen, and she also specially kept it for Aunt Zhen.

"You just came here and don't understand some rules. I won't care about it this time. This will not be allowed in the future. You can't eat too much for the master. The ingredients are limited. In addition, you can't share the food that you make for too many things. You have to report it." Aunt Zhen is for her own good: "I concealed what happened yesterday."

"Thank you, Auntie Zhen." Hua Mengyue really didn't understand, but she could still feel the kindness of others.

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After arranging the place to live and living in the same room with another cook, Aunt Zhen said again: "You will be responsible for snacks in the future, at least two at three o'clock a day each time. You can't make any mistakes. The monthly money is 800 cents a month, and the cook's price is the price. Aunt Li lives with you, and she makes good soup."

"Thank you for your advice, aunt." Hua Mengyue lowered her head: "I have nothing to take..."

"Okay, okay, I'll work in the same yard from now on, don't be so disgusting." Aunt Zhen waved her hand, explained to Shi Chen again, and then left.

Hua Mengyue became familiar with the environment herself and went to the kitchen.

Yesterday when she was there, there were not all people in the kitchen, only three or four people. When she heard that there were eight or nine people in the kitchen, she sighed in her heart that there were only so many people in the kitchen. If she was a little bigger, wouldn’t there be enough people in the kitchen?

When I came back today, I saw a little bit, six, two, and the rest, each of them was busy and orderly.

“New?”

The woman who was burning fire looked up and saw Hua Mengyue coming in, and asked very casually.

Hua Mengyue nodded: "I am new here, please feel familiar to everyone and take care of you in the future."

"What are you doing?" asked the old lady in her forties who was putting seasonings into the pot. Her subordinates didn't stop, and they added the ingredients quickly and stirred them.

"I'm a snack." Hua Mengyue saw that her technique looked very similar to that of a southerner. After saying that, she got in touch with her: "I'm disturbing you. Aunt Zhen arranged for me to live with you, just call me Xiaoyue."

"Yeah, I'm quite low-key, and I still know how to get in touch with each other first?" She glanced at Hua Mengyue with disdain: "They all called me Aunt Yu. You are new here, learn more."

"Yes, thanks to Aunt Yu's care." Hua Mengyue nodded, not caring that she didn't give her face at all.

Another cutter said: "Xiaoyue, don't care. Lao Yu is like this. He has a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart. I am cooking. Now he is making treasures. My name is A Shuang."

"Two Auntie." Hua Mengyue also called out at her age, and Auntie Yu snorted.

A Shuang smiled easily, and the two of them reacted differently. Hua Mengyue suddenly felt a sense of workplace coming towards her - just a few people were already in full swing.

Watching A Shuang empty the pumpkin cucumber, put rice or green beans, put them into the pot quickly, and put them on and off, and put them on and off, which was exactly the same as Aunt Yu’s soup.

Hua Mengyue went to the chopping board for snacks and started to work on her own - after saying hello, she probably knew the temperament of these people, so she didn't need to date too much.

She made appetizers, she made fruit plates after meals, and she made dim sums between meals... In comparison, Hua Mengyue found that she made more of her own than other cooks, so if she didn't have any special explanation, what she made was relatively simple.

The first day here passed in peace. After returning to the room at night, Aunt Yu had already rested.

"Your name is Xiaoyue, right?"

Her voice was dull and she didn't have the aura of the day.

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