The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"You..."

His fingers trembled angrily. Jiang qianxia stamped his feet and roared, "you can't hide your fucking mask without it. It's useless! You dare to show off with me. Believe it or not!"

Although wearing men's clothes, these words seem very normal in her current image, especially in front of the rough bottom people, I feel very kind.

But the boundless, the moon man, the ghost one, the ghost two and the poison scholar standing behind her were all stiff.

Yueren's mood is rolling. She wants to know what his soft, playful and lovely little lamb has experienced. She will suddenly scold a string of dirty words, but now she is angry. It seems that she is not suitable to touch the bad luck

Ghost one and ghost two eyebrows jumped, looked down like ghosts, and secretly changed suspicious eyes - why is the master really like a pure man? Even the most feminine stomp is so heroic!

The poison scholar shook his head in disgust and ran with his fingered eyes. His face was dark and boundless.

"I'm here..."

"Cough!"

As soon as Jiang qianxia rolled up his sleeve and was ready to scold, he was frightened and wilted by the boundless and gloomy warning.

Neck stem stem stem, slowly re relax the muscles, lifted to the elbow of the sleeve was also secretly wiped off by her, rough look like spring breeze melting ice, reluctantly turned into a gentle smile.

The moon watchers kept praising this change, which also made ghost one and ghost two strengthen their thoughts again - sure enough, even the master is the object of boundless training. I don't know if the general has such dignity in front of the master

Jiang qianxia, who was transferred back to his state, glanced at the boundless with some frustration and some sadness. He glanced back coldly and quickly moved his eyes back to the workers.

"Let's be reasonable. Wanbaoge and the Feng family paid a high price for this mask, which is specially made for you to protect your body and prevent you from inhaling too much dust. Why do you hide the mask one by one? Wait for the baby?"

Although it was strange how she suddenly became "feminine", the man who took the lead in showing off happily put the mask back carefully into the interlayer of her clothes and patted it gently.

"Hehe, you don't know. What kind of mask do you send? The material is good!"

The shrewdness of the little citizen hung on his face again. The man frowned and said, "I see. There are several layers of high-quality cotton. When I go back, let my mother-in-law open it and add some more, I can make a small shirt for my baby!"

"When the baby grows up and can't wear it, then open it again. The mother-in-law is skillful. Naturally, she knows where to use it."

Considering that the dust is too large, the mask customized by Jiang qianxia has six layers and a large area, which can wrap most of the face under the eyes and even the chin.

But this is to prevent them from swallowing dust into their stomachs when they open their mouths and breathe, not to take them apart to make clothes!

Reluctantly rubbing his forehead, Jiang qianxia looked at the other workers and said with a bitter smile, "you also want to take it home to make clothes for your children?"

There is a child's nod, and the object's shyness indicates that they want to take it as a gift. What they have is that they simply don't want to spoil such a good thing.

Yes, for these people at the bottom, the top cotton material for masks is a good material they will not consider in their life. They are used to being poor. They have already accepted their fate that they "don't deserve" to use these good things.

Ghosts are born at the bottom. I feel a lot about the ideas of workers. I feel very bad when I think of my previous days.

But when even the poison scholar sighed sadly, Jiang qianxia frowned at their nonsense reasons.

"The mask is for you to burn cement, not for nothing. OK? What's the difference between taking it home secretly and taking other tools in the workshop for your own use?"

The workers were stunned and looked uncomfortable. Their eyes at Jiang qianxia also showed resistance and dislike.

"As you said, we are all innocent people. If we come to work here, we will never be despised by our master!"

Take out the mask from the gap and put it on. The man said in a loud voice, "is it done now?"

The watch he brought was not standard. Jiang qianxia could take the time to scan the workers who had not put on their masks with "vigilant" eyes.

The poorer the Dachan people are, the more stubborn they are. How can they stand being swept away by her suspicion?

They quickly put on their masks as if they had been humiliated, and then glared at her.

Seeing that all the workers were wearing masks again, Jiang qianxia said with affectation: "I'm very worried about you today. Go back to your residence after work tonight and remember to make your own mark on the masks. After washing them, we'll check them tomorrow."

"If someone doesn't clean it, it'll be a delay!"

The harsh conditions made the workers lose their enthusiasm. One by one, they busied themselves again when she didn't exist. Some even deliberately raised sand in front of her, making her flee with her mouth covered.

The disheartened man came out. Sun Changsheng wiped her face with a bitter smile, and some rough hands patted her on the head.

"I don't understand. The girl is obviously for their good. Why should she make such a gesture to make people unhappy?"

Patting the dust on his body, Jiang qianxia said faintly, "who's good for them? You know very well that the whole Daqian can treat pneumoconiosis. In addition, song Fuwen can count as two and a half. If they are ill, it must be an industrial injury? We have to be responsible for losing money for treatment? We won't be tired by then?"

"What's more, the most annoying thing about the people is that when they know it's for their good, they will bargain according to their own interests."

Looking up at the stunned sun Changsheng, Jiang qianxia said coldly: "they know that their lives are worthless, so they can easily use good things for them, because when their body is compared with vested interests, their body can often be abandoned."

"But this is not in my interest. The value of a group of skilled workers is much more important than they think. I can't tolerate them damaging my interests because they can't see their own value."

Looking at Jiang qianxia's back running back while patting his clothes, sun Changsheng was unhappy.

"Hum! You unkind people, do you know how much the master's family has spent to prevent you from dying miserably after you are 40?"

The name of the medical immortal is not empty. The workers lowered their heads and were bloody when the old man pointed to his nose.

When the old man was angry, someone hid behind the mask and said secretly, "forty years old? Why do you drag the children to live so old? Bastards live over forty..."

Sun Changsheng, who was still in high spirits in his eighties, opened his mouth silently and turned to leave, leaving only a bitter mouth.

They're right. If you don't live that old... The people at the bottom can call themselves old at 30. 40 is a high life, and 50 can enjoy four generations together.

They know they won't live for a few years, so they don't value their body more and more.

It's a great merit to be regarded as a treasure by the shallow Xia girl they don't like.