Shen Mianmian had finished washing the pots and pans by the time she returned home.
Now that Zhou Lanfang understood Shen Jianhua's thoughts, she didn't find Shen Mianmian as annoying anymore, but scolding her had become a habit, and her words were always coated with criticism.
"Hurry up and get to work! Do it well. If you slack off and get fired, I'll break your legs."
Four yuan a month wasn't a lot, but it wasn't too little either; it was enough to buy a few pounds of meat to nourish her dear Siyu.
Shen Mianmian answered and, after washing her hands, went to find Xiaocui at Madam Liu's house.
Zhou Lanfang snorted coldly at her retreating figure, mumbling, "Walking around with a long face all the time, as if someone in the family has died, really brings bad luck."
Once the coast was clear, she hurriedly took out the mixed grain cakes she had hidden in the cupboard and brought them to Zhou Siyu's room.
