"Don't worry about this, take a break and sit down. I'll pour you a cup of tea."
As Ma Tong spoke, he put the vegetables he was holding on the ground, wiped his hands on his apron, and was about to go and pour Zhuang Qingning some tea.
"Don't bother, look how busy you are. I just came over from the shop and have already had tea. I'm not thirsty and I'm not an outsider, so don't stand on ceremony."
Zhuang Qingning hastily replied, "I will help you with the vegetables. We can finish work earlier and have more time to chat."
"We understand what Miss Zhuang means," Lian Rong raised his eyebrows, "but you mustn't help us. If you don't want to drink tea, just sit down and rest…"
If Zhang Yongchang saw Zhuang Qingning working here, he would definitely give them a lot of criticism.
The key is that being scolded is one thing, but they may not be able to have a share of the delicious fairy chicken during lunch – that's the worst part.
