Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Shopkeeper Liu rolled her eyes even more coquettishly. âShopkeeper Liu becomes Sister Liu when you need my help. If youâre a man, youâre definitely a lecher who plays with a womanâs feelings!â
âLecherâ Xiaoxiao had a serious expression. âNonsense. If Iâm a man, 1 can only be a Casanova who loves a beauty like Sister Liu wholeheartedly! Ahem, hereâs the thingâ¦â
Rong Yan, who came out of the Ruyi Clothing Shop with Yun Yi, thought about it when he saw her. He had asked Yun Yi to keep an eye on the old residence, so he knew why Second Aunt Ning came to the county. He was originally worried that Ning Xiaoxiao would be bullied, so he specially came to help. Looking at her expression now, it seemed to be settled.
It wasnât just Second Aunt Ning. She also didnât seem to be surprised by what Second Uncle Ning had done. Rong Yan couldnât hide his smile when he thought of how she had deliberately slandered Second Aunt Ning in front of her father.
He waved his hand at Yun Yi, who was waiting at the side. âForget it. Letâs wait and see.â This little girl was not a stupid bun to be bullied. What if they helped blindly and ended up causing trouble? Just like last time, if Yun Yi had not broken Second Uncle Ningâs pickled vegetable jar, he might not have been able to do business with Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant from the beginning.
However, he still had to keep an eye on them. Rong Yan did not think that it was overkill to let his guards treat a group of farmers as targets. Yun Yi himself rubbed his fists and swore to protect their chef, Miss Ning.
On the day the old residenceâs sour bamboo shoots were delivered, Second Uncle Ning went to âborrowâ the handcart. Old Madam Ning opened the lid confidently and was about to taste it when she saw Ning Xiaoxiaoâs annoying figure appear at the door.
Xiaoxiaoâs face was filled with sorrow. âGrandma, if you sell these bamboo shoots, what will happen to the livelihood my family has painstakingly found?â
Old Madam Ning spat fiercely. âThatâs your eldest branchâs business. What has it got to do with me? You should have known when you were determined to split up that you wouldnât be able to take any glory from our old residence in the future!â
Xiaoxiao complained in her heart. If you have the ability, donât even think about taking advantage of our eldest branch. However, she only squeezed out an even deeper worry on her face. âBut Grandma, you canât make the price so lowâ¦â
Old Madam Ning sat on the small stool and crossed her legs smugly. âIâm willing. What can you do about it? Youâre really worrying too much!â
At this moment, Xiaoxiao had already walked up to Old Madam Ning. She could touch the pickled vegetable jar with a stretch of her hand. She lowered her voice and moved closer to Old Madam Ning, using her small head to block the latterâs vision. âBut Grandma, to be honest, do your sour bamboo shoots really have nothing to do with my family?â
As she spoke, she tapped her small hand on the already opened jar. The layer of sour bamboo shoots at the top changed in the blink of an eye. Xiaoxiao had replaced the old residenceâs bamboo shoots with her own under Old Madam Ningâs nose.
Old Madam Ningâs heart skipped a beat and she didnât notice Xiaoxiaoâs small actions at all. Of course, she didnât care even if she noticed it. She shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to cover her guilt in her voice. âWhat nonsense are you talking about? 1 made these bamboo shoots myself. It has nothing to do with you. If you mention this again in the future, believe it or not, Iâll tear your mouth apart!â
Xiaoxiao had already done what she wanted to do. She immediately decided to retreat and not give Old Madam Ning a chance to touch her.
Before she left, she smiled and said ambiguously, âI hope Grandma can remember what I said today.â
Old Madam Ning, who wanted to show off her might, scolded Xiaoxiao for being unlucky when she saw her run away. Then, she picked up a sour bamboo shoot from the pickled vegetable jar to taste.
At this moment, Second Uncle Ning also pushed the cart he borrowed from somewhere into the house. âMother, how does it taste?â
Old Madam Ning smacked her lips.. âWhy? Donât you trust your motherâs cooking?â