Chapter 23 Full-time maid

Geng Yue turned around and entered the kitchen, if Han Feng didn't do it herself, she would be able to endure a good argument with the shopkeeper of the money village today.

The old shopkeeper said that she loved Han Feng, and kept calling Han Feng the little master, but she didn't believe that the old shopkeeper could make Han Feng starving.

But it was Han Feng who took it personally, Geng Yue covered her mouth and nose in the smokey kitchen, she couldn't see Han Feng squatting on the ground to burn the fire, and picked up the spatula next to the big stove: "You can't burn the fire, go out quickly." โ€

The old shopkeeper rushed to smell the smoke, he wanted to pull Han Feng out: "Little master, the kitchen is smoky, you go outside, the old slave will burn it, let the old slave come." โ€

Geng Yue covered her nose and looked at the old shopkeeper, feeling that his heart and eyes were biased.

But it was Han Feng, so she wasn't angry, she knocked the spatula on the edge of the pot, and she spoke: "Han Feng, if you go out, you will still burn the fire." โ€

Han Feng obediently went out to cough when he heard this, standing outside the courtyard, he put his fist in front of his lips, and the tears of coughing were about to fall.

The old shopkeeper patted him on the back, and when he saw that the kitchen was not good, he hurriedly ran into the kitchen, squatted in front of the stove and began to pull the bellows.

Geng Yue herself is not very good at cooking, but since that time she made fish-flavored shredded pork, she found that her skills are comparable to that of a five-star chef in ancient times.

The kitchen was already in the thick of smoke to the point of no return, so she took out the cutting board and meat and cut it in the yard.

"Shopkeeper, you can come out first, and I'll talk about it when I've cut the meat."

When the shopkeeper of Qianzhuang heard this, his eyes were red from smoke and dust, and he said to Geng Yue: "Miss Geng has worked hard for you, then I will wait for you in the house." โ€

She cut the meat, raised her head and smiled at the shopkeeper of the bank: "It's not hard, I have to trouble you to light the fire after the meat is cut in a while, otherwise we won't be able to eat this meal." โ€

The old shopkeeper found that Geng Yue didn't suffer at all: "Miss Geng, then you will be called Lao Yu later." โ€

"Okay, then you can go and rest first."

Geng Yue listened to Han Feng and the old shopkeeper talking in the room while cutting the meat.

She occasionally heard something like royalty.

So he squatted on the ground and marveled at Han Feng's ability, if the business grows, of course, she can also be in the royal family, and she herself has entered the circle of multimillionaires at the highest before her death, but if she wants to have a relationship with the royal family, it is impossible.

It wasn't until she called the old shopkeeper to come out to light the stove that the sound of the two chatting stopped abruptly.

Han Feng stood at the door, Geng Yue looked at him carefully, and felt that Han Feng did have the temperament of a rich boy.

Turning around, she went into the kitchen, turned over the dishes in the wok, and lowered her head and asked, "Uncle shopkeeper, what kind of businessmen are you doing?" โ€

"Merchant?" The old shopkeeper raised his head, and then looked at Geng Yue's ignorant appearance, his palms were thin and he could see the blood vessels bulging out of it, and stuffed the firewood into the stove, he said: "Do everything, I have recently made weapons, and armor and the like." โ€

Geng Yue put the meat into the bowl: "The arms business, this market is not profitable now. โ€

"Don't earn." The old shopkeeper stuffed a handful of firewood, remembering that Han Feng had just introduced Geng Yue to himself in the house, and his own rhetoric, he stuffed another handful of firewood, pulled the bellows and said, "Lose money." โ€

"Liguo is also robbed?" Geng Yue asked.

The old shopkeeper didn't know how to pick it up, but Geng Yue had already replied in his heart, looking at the current situation of Chen Guo, he was afraid that it would be as desolate as Liguo, so she pursed her lips and said, "Uncle Shopkeeper, do you know how to stew rice?" โ€

The old shopkeeper stood up and took out two bowls of rice from a half-person-high white cloth bag: "I'll make the food, just watch the girl." What does the girl do at home? โ€

Geng Yue stood aside and watched him wash rice, thinking that this old man really treated me as a maid, and if I didn't say something, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to deter him.

Glancing out of the door, Geng Yue saw that Han Feng was sweeping the courtyard, and then said with the original owner's life experience: "Our house is also a businessman, but it is some silk business, inns, restaurants, grain, etc., which are still different from your arms." โ€

"Oh, merchant. In the future, you have to take good care of our master, our master has a good heart and a good person. Along the way, you do more cooking, laundry, combing hair, washing feet and other things, how can a woman's family not even cook, even many young ladies, this meal also has to learn a few hands. โ€

When Geng Yue heard this, he seemed to be climbing by himself, and when she opened her mouth, she let out a sigh, thinking that it was who was in business, I was still a folk princess, maybe it was your little master who climbed me.

The old shopkeeper obviously took himself too seriously, but fortunately he was not Han Feng's father, otherwise he would have to suffer a lot.

Besides, your little master didn't say that he would marry me, did he sell me for money, just let me serve as a maid, she cleared her throat and said, "Yes, yes, Han Feng took good care of me along the way." โ€

Geng Yue pursed her lips after speaking, thinking that if Han Feng didn't take care of herself so much, I would have to tell you.

The old shopkeeper turned his head and glared at Geng Yue and said, "If I say a word, you are rude." โ€

Geng Yue finally couldn't hold back her anger: "Just let me serve your little master, that's your little master, not my little master, our house is also one of the largest families in Taiyuan, you open your mouth and shut up and let me be a maid, why don't you let Han Feng serve me?" โ€

"Do you know the identity of our little master, you are all promoting you when you serve like this."

"Lift me?" Geng Yue laughed angrily again: "What identity, what identity, can you still worship the emperor?" โ€

"You!" The old shopkeeper pointed at the tip of Geng Yue's nose and his arm trembled with anger.

"I'm here." Geng Yue said, for the sake of the old shopkeeper's age, she opened the curtain and walked out.

Han Feng was no longer sweeping the floor in the yard, Geng Yue strode back to his room, and found Han Feng squatting in front of the stove to make a fire for himself.

He turned his head and looked at Geng Yue with a pair of bright eyes.

Geng Yue looked at his dirty face, and there was no anger in an instant.

The dust in the room was also cleaned, and she stepped forward and touched Han Feng's black hair with her frozen stiff hand, she thought that such a good person was real, but it was really good, she would be a little angry if she was angry, and she didn't care what those outsiders did.

She held back her tears, sniffed and asked, "Will you?" โ€

"You underestimate me too much, it's simpler than a stove, it's already lit, and your room will be warm in a while."

Geng Yue touched the bridge of her nose and said cautiously, "I quarreled with the old shopkeeper." โ€

"Huh? Why are you arguing? Shopkeeper Xu just said to me, I feel good about you. โ€

After hearing this, Geng Yue thought to himself that if this was good, then what did he think was wrong: "It's not my fault, he made me ยทยทยทยทยทยท"

Geng Yue's face turned: "Forget it, I don't want to mention it." โ€

"Okay, don't be angry, Shopkeeper Xu is an old stubborn, he was like this when he was young, and it hasn't changed at all after many years, but it reminds me of the old days."

"The old days?" Geng Yuehu asked suspiciously, "How long have you been in Chen Kingdom?" โ€