Sister Zhao's words made Mo Qianxue speechless, but she still responded with politeness, "Thanks for your kindness, but my husband and I have weak teeth, so take them back for your children and keep them from hunger."
Their family must have solid teeth. It'd better to let them enjoy the buns. The buns that sister Zhao had given her last were thrown away by her to the yellow dog at the entrance of the village. It turned out that even the dog's teeth were crashed by the buns and it was never able to eat it up.
Hearing Mo Qianxue's refuse, sister Zhao instantly pretend to be crying, "Do you dislike the buns I make? Yet, I'm too poor to give you something better."
Drama queen! Continue your play! Mo Qianxue sneered to herself.
She had already known the situation of her family from sister Fang. Though Zhao's husband was a lazy idle person, she herself was a great calculator of living. Even if a wild goose flew by in the sky, she could manage to pull off some feathers from it.
"How could I mean that? It's just that life is hard already, don't waste food. This corn buns can keep people from hunger. Why not leave them for brother Zhao to take to his work place as lunch? Brother Zhao's job must be very tiring." She waited to see how the drama would continue.
Sister Zhao paused for a second in shock. If she really gave this kind of buns to brother Zhao as lunch, he would definitely divorce her.
Seeing that Mo Qianxue didn't take over the buns, she put the bowl on the countertop, indicating that Mo must take the buns no matter what, "We still have a lot at home, don't be too polite with me sis."
Putting down the bowl, she turned and said, "I heard that the food you make is very delicious. My children really want to have a taste, so today I'm so brazen that I came here to learn from you so that I can make some for my children. Otherwise, they might say that Mrs. Ning is bad-hearted that both are her life-savers, but one is provided with a job and food while the other gets nothing."
Nothing? What happened to the leg bone? The meat had flown away by itself?!
On the flip side, when she had begun to take tuition, in order to thank Zhao, she had made pancakes for sister Fang and more for especially Zhao just because she didn't forget her good deed.
Those pancakes were her special dish, the flavor of which was mixed with eggs that made the pancakes soft and fragrant, a thousand times better than those corn buns!
Who was bad-hearted? Who was the one that had no conscience?!
Ning Shaoqing was waiting for the porridge in the room, so Mo Qianxue didn't want to waste more time on this unique creep. She scooped a bowl of porridge and before leaving, pointed to the bowls on the countertop which contained some tofu, saying, "There is some tofu left. If you want it, just take it home. I have to go and take care of my husband, sorry."
Mo Qianxue was going to the inner room, and sister Zhao had a little face left after all, so she didn't follow her inside and just shouted to Mo Qianxue's back, "Then...I don't pretend to be polite with you. Tomorrow, I'm coming to help you and, by the way, learn how to make it. After I know how to make it, let's see who dares to say that Mrs. Ning has no conscience."
So this was her real intention.
Mo Qianxue stopped her step for a second. Death would find you if you ask for it! Originally she had no time to deal with her, but she herself asked for death.
Did she regard her as a pushover because she had been nice to her?
After Ning Shaoqing ate the porridge and Mo Qianxue went to the kitchen again, she was dumbfounded.
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The Lady's Sickly Husband
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