"Good, very good, no complaints!" Shopkeeper Deng rushed to praise, "Today, thanks to the young lady's help, otherwise I wouldn't have known how to manage this scene!"
Meng Yuhuai turned and smiled at him, then looked down at his wife who was pleased as a flower and pretended to be serious, "Do your hands itch if you don't cook for a day? On someone else's turf, you meddle with the stove without a word, you..."
"Can you blame me?" Hua Xiaomai half-jokingly glared at him, "In this scorching weather, if I hadn't seen Shopkeeper Deng so worried that he was pulling his hair out, who would have the patience to roast by the stove? I call this helping others for joy. You don't even praise me, and you scold me the moment you see me—I'm a good person, not taking it to heart with you, otherwise... okay, okay, don't rush to scold, look at the dish first!"
