BXBX NOVEL Chapter 162 - 162: 082 Master (an updated version)_3
Chapter 162 - 162: 082 Master (an updated version)_3
Seeing that she was still standing there without moving, Madam Zhou curled her lips, “After all, you’re still a young lady of the Zhus. I’m just an old woman who can’t order you around. It seems I’ll have to tell Ms. Ming Jing to hire another live-in housekeeper since I can’t handle it anymore.”
This was a threat to use Zhu Mingjing against her.
Zhu Xiangxiang endured it and went into the kitchen, “Madam Zhou, let me help you. Ming Jing is so busy, don’t bother her anymore.”
Madam Zhou hooked her lips, thinking that she could still deal with this girl.
Zhu Xiangxiang had never done any kitchen work before. In the past, she was a pampered young lady who didn’t have to lift a finger. When she entered the kitchen, she was all hands and feet.
“Oh my goodness, what kind of vegetables did you pick? You’ve thrown away all the good parts! What are we supposed to eat?” Madam Zhou was particularly speechless.
“I’ve never learned, so it’s normal for me not to be good,” Zhu Xiangxiang said with an innocent look.
“I’ll teach you, just learn carefully. As long as you’re not a fool, you should be able to learn this. It’s a basic life skill.”
Zhu Xiangxiang’s lips twitched, but she chose to endure.
A dog will bully a fallen tiger, she thought. Just you wait, old woman.
“To cut vegetables, hold the knife like this, not too tight or too loose. Hold the vegetables with one hand, and be careful not to cut your hand…
“Here’s the gas switch. Turn it to the right for high heat and to the left for low heat…
“Turn on the heat, wait for the water to boil, then blanch the vegetables…
“Did you understand all that?” Madam Zhou asked. Zhu Xiangxiang nodded, “I guess so.”
“Come on, take the spatula, and stir-fry this dish.”
Zhu Xiangxiang shook her head subconsciously, “I…can’t.”
“How do you know you can’t if you haven’t tried? Hurry up, it’s almost time.
Miss and Madam are waiting for their meal. I’ll guide you from the side.”
Zhu Xiangxiang was on the verge of tears. She had truly become a housekeeper for the Zhus.
Various screams came from the kitchen, with different frequencies and decibels.
Ming Chen and Ming Ti were lying on the railing of the second floor, looking down. Ming Chen covered her mouth and laughed, “She’s so pitiful.”
Ming Ti snorted, “She deserves it. She’s so old and doesn’t even know how to cook. She’s nothing like Ming Jing, who learns everything quickly.”
“If it hadn’t been for the mix-up, she might have been our Senior Sister.” Ming Ti shuddered, “Forget it, we wouldn’t be worthy of such a Senior Sister.
Thankfully, the mix-up happened.”
“Xiangxiang, your technique is not good. When you get married, your mother-in-law will definitely find faults with you.”
Zhu Xiangxiang said indignantly, “Can I cook like a five-star chef on my first
“Alright, let’s learn slowly.”
Madam Zhou laughed.
Zhu Xiangxiang didn’t eat dinner, as she was full from anger.
Just as she was lying in bed, someone knocked on the door, and Ming Ti’s voice came from outside.
“Madam Zhou is looking for you.”
Zhu Xiangxiang rolled over under her blanket.
The knocking continued incessantly, sounding like someone was banging on a wall.
Zhu Xiangxiang threw off her blanket and stormed out, “What are you doing?”
Ming Ti was much shorter than her, but she didn’t show any signs of fear. She stood up straight and looked at her with a calm expression, “Madam Zhou is looking for you.”
Of the three misses, she hated Ming Ti the most because she resembled Ming Jing the most.
There was probably more work for her to do, but Zhu Xiangxiang didn’t want to go. As the girl stared at her with dark eyes, she was even scarier than Zhu
Mingjing. Zhu Xiangxiang reluctantly agreed, “Fine, I’ll go.”
“Xiangxiang, help me collect these dishes Madam Zhou instructed.
Looking at the table full of leftovers, Zhu Xiangxiang almost vomited.
She was the lady of the Zhus, why should she do this kind of work meant for housekeepers?
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She looked at Lin Qing sitting in the living room drinking tea and called out in grievance, “Mom.”
Lin Qing’s face looked a bit pale. She glanced at her daughter and said, “Your mother has spoiled you since you were little, not letting you even touch a bowl. Look at those hands of yours, delicate and fair, made for playing the violin, not doing dirty, tiring work.”
Zhu Xiangxiang’s expression wavered as she thought of her childhood when Lin Qing had always indulged her. She recalled how Lin Qing had enrolled her in violin classes to cultivate her noble temperament. In order to maintain those hands, Lin Qing had even bought fresh milk to soak them every night.
Tears streamed down Zhu Xiangxiang’s face.
Seeing her like this, Lin Qing couldn’t bear it and was about to tell her to forget it. However, when she saw Ming Jing coming downstairs, she turned her head away..