"We coincidentally ran into Fourth Junior Brother, heard he was about to get into a fight, so we ca to take a look." Mu Xuan smiled gently, subtly nudging Xie Ziyue again.
Lu Qing appeared gentle, with a hint of surprise, "I never thought that person would be Zhouzhou."
Xie Ziyue: "..."
He was the one involved, no need for them to remind him of the situation again!
Sure enough, Zhouzhou had no idea how scheming these two senior brothers were, after all, in her mind, one was honest and the other was saintly.
At that mont, she felt like a blind emperor, manipulated by the sches of these two cunning consorts, glaring fiercely at the foolishly sweet Xie Ziyue.
Xie Ziyue felt bitter in his heart, and his life was even more bitter.
He hung his head, tearfully looking at Zhouzhou.
When would his little junior sister show him a bit more favor?
Grandma Qin chuckled as she watched them.
She was starting to look forward to the scene of Zhouzhou's several senior brothers gathering, which would surely be more entertaining than a palace drama.
Speaking of which, she asked, "By the way, Zhouzhou, are there any other senior brothers of yours that we haven't t yet?"
Zhouzhou nodded, "Yes, Grandma, you haven't t Sixth Senior Brother yet. He's taking care of Xinbao. And there are also my Second Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother. It's been so long since I've seen them both."
"Eldest Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, do you know where they are?"
Mu Xuan pondered for a mont, shaking his head, "I don't know."
Lu Qing touched the black cloth over his eyes apologetically, "I'm sorry, Zhouzhou, you know I can't see."
Pfft, pretending, just pretending.
The black cloth was to prevent him from randomly fortune-telling, not because he was actually blind.
And Mu Xuan, what's with the pretense of being serious? He probably knew their whereabouts on the first day he descended the mountain.
Their Eldest Senior Brother was usually quite scheming.
Unfortunately, the little junior sister didn't notice anything unusual at all, truly thinking they were unaware, and sighed heavily.
"Well, I was going to say Seventh Senior Brother's paintings are beautiful, I wanted to invite him to help with my ga design."
"And Second Senior Brother, his cooking is the best."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but salivate.
She really missed the stead buns Second Senior Brother made, big and fragrant, so delicious.
But she didn't know where he was now.
Sigh.
anwhile, in the kitchen behind the factory, it was bustling with activity.
Gu Shao skillfully stirred the pot, and the aroma of the dishes wafted out, making people drool.
The manager passed by and said, "How many tis have I told you, just make it plain. If it's too delicious, those people will eat more."
Gu Shao wiped the sweat from his forehead, puzzled, "Isn't it good to eat more? Everyone works so hard, eating more gives them strength."
"You don't understand." The manager gave him a disdainful look, "They're eating on my di."
With that, he glanced at the rice in his pot and poured almost half a bottle of salt into it. "It has to be this way, put more salt so they can't eat much."
"What are you doing!" Gu Shao glared at him.
The manager said, "Let tell you, from now on, use this amount, if you can't, then leave!"
The other chefs nearby kept their heads down and dared not speak, cursing silently in their hearts.
This stingy manager, buying the cheapest and worst vegetables every day, scolding anyone who eats a bit more, wishing everyone would work without eating.
He's simply a heartless ghost.
But for the sake of earning money, they had to endure it.
Gu Shao couldn't take it anymore, he angrily took off his apron and threw it aside, "I quit!"
With that, he walked out in big strides.
As the cold wind blew outside, he shivered instinctively, his mind suddenly clear.
But he didn't regret it.
Food is the essentials to people. How can one work without eating?
Sigh, he had worked for nothing this month again, wouldn't be getting his salary.
No, he had to find another job, earn more money, and steam big stead buns for his little junior sister on the mountain.
Zhouzhou loved the big stead buns he made the most.
With that in mind, he felt a surge of determination.
Coincidentally, his group chat with his workmates lit up, with soone sharing a job posting.
His eyes lit up, and he imdiately took the bus to the city...
Zhouzhou showed Qin Lie the suggestions Xie Ziyue had just made, listened to his advice for a while, then suddenly realized and climbed onto the bed to sleep.
The next day, after breakfast, she carried her small backpack and went to school.
At the entrance, she happened to run into Huo Ji'an, who was holding a youtiao and rushing into the school.
Zhouzhou ran over and stopped him, "Little Skinny Pole, haven't you eaten?"
"Don't ntion it." Huo Ji'an frowned, his face puffed up, angrily saying, "It's all because of my forr dad!"
Huh? Uncle Huo?
Zhouzhou was surprised, "What happened to him?"
As soon as he ntioned it, Huo Ji'an looked disgusted.
"This morning, for so reason, he wouldn't let Dad cook and insisted on doing it himself. He said he wanted to make porridge, but ended up burning the pot. Then he said he wanted to steam buns, but this is what ca out for to eat."
As he spoke, he took out a bag from his backpack, holding it at the top with disdain.
Zhouzhou took a look, goodness, if he hadn't said it, she almost didn't recognize it as a bun.
The bun was so small, not plump at all, sowhat yellowish, wrinkled, and faintly slled sour.
Zhouzhou's stomach felt uncomfortable, covering her nose, she said with a disgusted tone, "Little Skinny Pole, you should throw this away, it might make you sick."
Who says it won't.
Huo Ji'an looked bitter, "I gave it to my dog, and he didn't even want to sll it!"
He didn't want to take it in the first place, but his dad said not to hurt his forr dad's feelings after he had worked hard all morning.
He had to take it and throw it away when his forr dad wasn't looking.
Zhouzhou sighed too, "Uncle Huo is simply wasting food, it's so hateful."
Who says it's not.
Huo Ji'an shook his head and quickly found a trash can to throw the bun away, then took a bite of the youtiao to calm himself.
Zhouzhou looked at him sympathetically, "Would that be enough for breakfast? My grandma brought so delicious food for , want so?"
Huo Ji'an looked at her moved, but still shook his head, "No need, Chubby Girl, you eat it yourself, it's fine, I don't eat much, I can eat at school when it's lunchti."
If his forr dad still wanted to cook tomorrow, he didn't want to go ho anymore.
Too scary.
Is that even food? That's clearly poison!
Sigh, he couldn't understand why Dad spoils him so much.
He sighed deeply, shaking his head in distress.
The problem is he is the one who's suffering!
What kind of sin has he committed!
Why is life so bitter!
He sighed three tis in a row, and Zhouzhou's eyes looked even more sympathetic.
So pitiful.
Luckily, the food her family prepared for her was delicious.
Finally, when lunchti arrived, Huo Ji'an was the first to run out of the classroom.
Zhouzhou hurried after him, overtaking him, saying, "Little Skinny Pole, let buy you a big chicken leg!"
"Sure, thank you, Chubby Girl!"
"Don't ntion it." Zhouzhou's voice drifted in the wind, and when Huo Ji'an opened his eyes again, she was gone.
Zhouzhou dashed to the cafeteria, picked up her bowl, tiptoed and said softly, "Uncle, I want ten chicken legs."
She ate nine, and one for Little Skinny Pole.
Just right.
"Okay." Gu Shao replied, bowing his head to serve the al.
Zhouzhou tilted her head, this voice...
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