Such polite and pleasant people are really rare, and people can't help but like them.
"good."
Smelling the fragrant food, he knew that it was the work of the newly hired chef, who was said to be a famous chef in Yangzhou. Yun Qingkuang was really very capable. In just a few days, he had found so many things.
Servants who suit your own will will serve you.
Money is only one of the reasons, the most important thing is intention.
This girl named Fenxiang has very white skin. As the saying goes, one white skin covers three ugliness, but she is quite attractive.
"I heard from the leader that your hometown is in the Jiangnan area. You have to travel such a long distance to work here. Can your parents trust you to come alone?"
Fenxiang raised his head and smiled lightly, and said very naturally: "There are three younger brothers at home. I work here, and the salary is enough to keep them fed and clothed. My parents are already very satisfied."
What a good girl, look at her smile, she doesn't feel aggrieved at all, but is happy to be able to share the burden for the family. Qianqian couldn't help but feel sad, considering my age in modern times, I am still over thirty.
It is so cruel and inhumane to ask such a young girl to take care of her now.
As he spoke, he wanted to struggle to sit up and reach for the silver plate on the table. The tea sets and snacks were all newly replaced. They had never been seen before. Yun Qingkuang, are you really going to follow me?
Did I live my life?
Unexpectedly, this movement actually affected the wound on his chest, causing him to feel pain, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. Fenxiang was carrying a small round table, and wanted to put it on the bed to serve Qian Qian while eating, but Qian Qian
Qian did it by herself, frowning, knowing that her wound must be hurting, she hurriedly threw away the round table, ran to Qian Qian's bed, and asked with concern: "Miss, what's the matter? Is the wound hurting again?"
Well, how about I go ask the leader or the doctor to come over?"
Qianqian stretched out a hand to signal not to act rashly, but kept her eyes closed tightly, and then she slowly felt the pain no longer. She grinned and gently scratched Fenxiang's childish little face.
After a moment, he said: "It's not a big deal, you look so nervous."
Seeing that Qian Qian could joke now, Fenxiang felt relieved and helped Qian Qian sit up. He put pillows behind her and made her lie down comfortably. He also arranged the small round table on the bed and set it up.
Then he handed the chopsticks to Qian Qian's hands.
Qian Qian saw that her series of actions were very skillful, and she couldn't help but curiously asked: "Have you done this before?" Gangyi regretted asking, was this a blow to someone else's identity in person?
But Fenxiang looked indifferent, as if she didn't care about her humble status. She still smiled and said to Qianqian: "This is like my third family. I have been working since I was eleven years old.
, the family was really too poor at that time to lift the pot.”
Eleven years old, Qian Qian couldn't help but feel distressed. An eleven-year-old child, in a modern primary school, would not have...