The cook is very busy

Chapter 54 Unspoken
On Ziqing's side, after Zhang Meng's family left, the old lady sent someone over with the ledger, and taught Mrs. Chen how to write and draw.

For the first two days, Mrs. Chen took over the kitchen. She was conscientious, hard-working, and polite to those working below her.

It's just that once I messed up the big grandma's soup, I was called to train for more than an hour, and when I came back, my face was flushed, and I wasn't half aggrieved.

Today, the kitchen is busy, and some lazy people don't know where to go. At the moment, a few women are hiding in the outer room and smashing ginkgo.

Ziqing Dongcui put it aside to peel off the skin and clean it up, and cook a sweet soup in the middle of the night.

The women couldn't keep their mouths shut, and when they mentioned this matter, they laughed and scolded Mrs. Chen for being a bitch, and they couldn't be happy after eating scolding.

Ziqing and Dongcui looked at each other, they both understood that the eldest grandma was just looking for an excuse to call Mrs. Chen over and give her the job of stealing food from Zhang Meng's family.

In fact, the big guys knew it in their hearts, they just didn't say it, they laughed and cursed behind their backs, just to have a good time.

"In the first month, the flowers look forward to the spring, in February the magnolia blooms, the pear blossoms are white, in March the begonias sleep, just like the hydrangea falling, in April..."

A crisp singing sound came from far outside the back kitchen, Jiao Didi was like a lark.

Erya had the hairpin with silver rings and pearls stuck in her hair, she was holding a bunch of jasmines in her hand, and she was wearing a snow-green bijia, which was much more charming.

She entered the yard, searched around with her eyes, and told Aunt Li at the mill that the master would leave the house in the next two days, so there was no need to make tofu.

All the women looked over, Aunt Li hurriedly put down her work, got up and went to the mill, saying she wanted to fish out the beans first.

Mrs. Wang, who was doing the white case, stared at her jealousy, snorted coldly, and said sourly.

"Yo, sister Erya, you just went to the old lady's house to deliver ginseng soup, and then changed your outfit when you turned around. You are really capable. You can teach me tomorrow and ask me to please you too!"

Erya laughed when she heard this, and didn't go in, she just leaned against the door, playing with Jasmine in her hand.

"Sister-in-law Wang is just joking, this is just an old dress, it was given to me by Sister Yunque because she couldn't fit it, she said my original one didn't match the hairpin that Sister Du Juan gave me, and said this one is better."

Speaking of Erya, she wandered around a few times, and said with a smile, "How about Sister Dongcui, isn't it pretty?"

Dong Cui stared straight at the pretty one, kept nodding her head, and was about to say yes, but she heard Zi Qing call her, tell her to work harder, she crushed those ginkgo fruits.

Dong Cui froze for a moment, slipped her hand, and a round ginkgo fruit fell out, and she hurried over to pick it.

"A non-stop thing, I thought I had climbed a high branch. Let me tell you, the higher you jump, the harder you fall, and you may be trampled under your feet tomorrow!"

When Mrs. Wang caught one, she would sneer and sneer, and while speaking, she glanced at Erya by the door.

After all, Erya was young, she lost the battle after a few words, her face was very ugly, and she walked straight inside, muttering something, saying that if she couldn't eat apricots, she would say sour.

Mrs. Wang snorted coldly, and continued to speak, Ziqing handed over the peeled ginkgo fruit to stop her from talking.

"Forget about sister-in-law, why are you so angry with this little lady? She is still younger, and she just got a good dress, but it's just to show off. Why don't you wait for you elders to praise her?"

Mrs. Wang took a look at Ziqing, took her hand and said calmly, "Girl Qing, I just said a word or two to her, why don't you help me make up, that second girl will not change her temper, I'm afraid there will be troubles waiting for her in the future." she!"

Ziqing listened to Mrs. Wang's tone softened a bit, and said with a smile, "Okay, sister-in-law, whoever in our stove is not a firecracker, has a heart of tofu, and it's all for the good of that girl, I know it in my heart."

Seeing that this girl wore such a tall flowered hat for herself, and even praised her for the whole stove, everyone laughed and chatted away, why should she be annoyed.

"It's just that you are a genius," Mrs. Wang threw Ziqing a look, but she still couldn't help saying, "You are a woman who treats people with sincerity, but they don't necessarily accept your favor!"

Ziqing knew who was talking about it, so she just ignored it, "Hey, isn't that girl still young, she will know the seriousness later on."

Mrs. Wang was speechless again, so she had to busy herself with the work in her hands.

At this moment, the group of people who went out first came back, came over to take over with a smile, and yelled at them to go quickly, if they go late, they won’t be able to pick them up

Dongcui told Ziqing to go first, she called Erya, but Ziqing listened for a while, and watched the people around him stand up, while he was still in a daze.

It wasn't until Dong Cui came back and dragged her out that she knew that the mansion paid wages today.

"Erya said that she took it when she came back, and told us to go quickly." Dong Cui happily pulled Ziqing, and followed the women in front out of the courtyard.

Only then did Ziqing remember that she had been in the mansion for almost a month, but she couldn't remember when she first came in, and wondered if she could get paid.

She and Erya are just working as first-year workers, and they don't sell themselves to the Mu Mansion, so they don't need to sign and pledge. Everything is done by the guarantor, Mrs. Sun.

Dong Cui said, "Sister, you don't understand this. Every time someone is important in the house, they are brought in on the first day of the first lunar month, and they get paid together at the end of the month. If there are hundreds of people in our house, it's not a mess." gone."

Ziqing heard this was the reason, so he followed.

Following the women came to a courtyard, there were about twenty people standing guard inside the door of a room, one came out and one went in.

Ziqing stood next to Dongcui and looked around to see if the magpies had come over. This girl is very carefree, don't tell me to forget.

Dong Cui seldom laughed at her, saying that she was as worried as someone else's mother, that the monthly money of the maids in the front yard was included in the share of each house, and each house paid by itself at the end of the month.

Ziqing seemed relieved, and smiled at her. Dongcui saw it and felt envious.

She knew that Ziqing and Magpie had a good relationship, after all, they lived in the same house, but in this big house, not to mention those who lived under the same roof, even the sisters who got along well may not be like this.

After about a quarter of an hour, it was Ziqing's turn to go in. There were not too many decorations in the room, just a few tables and chairs.

On the one facing the main door, there are two accountants sitting on the table. There are pen and ink books and a solid wooden box on the table.

There were three well-dressed servant girls in the room, and one of them was Du Juan.

She was drinking tea with the two of them, and when she saw Ziqing came in, she put down her tea cup and coughed lightly.

The gentleman guarding the ledger raised his head, glanced at Ziqing, waved her to come forward, and asked her name and where she worked.

Ziqing answered one by one, "Little Ziqing, helping in the back kitchen stove."

"Hmm..." Mr. Accountant nodded, dipped his pen in the ink, and stroked back and forth on the notebook a few times.

Then he dropped the notebook, tapped the cinnabar red clay and the account book beside him with a pen, "I'm making a stamp, go over there to get the money."

Ziqing did as he said, but saw that the accounts in the book were not quite right. When she came over, Dongcui said that the women who went to the stove in the kitchen cost three or eight renminbi each. It is two taels, and the others are more than one tael.

But the accountant uncle wrote three or two under her name, what's going on?
She looked up at the accountant, and saw that he was busy with other things, and looked miserable.

Ziqing thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to wipe some cinnabar, and was about to drop the paper, when he suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance, followed by a light bump on his waist.

She immediately turned her head and saw a colorful embroidered sachet dangling beside her, and the owner of the sachet looked at her with a half-smile.

(End of this chapter)