Ye Muyu walked to the corner of the wall and took out the small iron pot that she had placed earlier.
"Madam Du, you can just bring the small stove over. My body is not very good, so I can only trouble you to do it yourself." Ye Muyu's voice was not authoritative. It was even very gentle.
However, Madam Du did not dare to underestimate her. She could hear Ye Muyu's toughness and alienation in her words.
The Du couple had come here to do short-term work, so how could they dare to interfere with their employer?
If they were ordinary farmers, they would have to put on airs.
However, Madam Ye was different. Her husband was a scholar. Even if Madam Du had never studied, she knew that she should not be presumptuous in front of a scholar.
"Of course," she replied with a smile.
As she spoke, he moved the small stove over.
It was suitable to put the small pot on the stove. It was enough to cook for two people.
