Chapter 3 — Manh Nuong Tu's Restaurant

Hearing that, I didn't even bother to raise my head.

“If you're missing something, just buy a new one, no need to tell me.”

The chef was silent for a while.

“From meat, fish and vegetables to pots and pans, little girl Ha Huong brought everything for her, a pair of chopsticks, and not a grain of salt.”

"Even the two jars of pickles kept under the tree at the top of the garden were dug up, saying they were the lady's dowry."

Thieu Khanh Vien: "..." He rubbed his forehead and finally put down the wooden case.

"That's it, let's go out and buy some ready-made dishes."

The chef gingerly looked at Thieu Khanh Vien's face.

"Is the husband quarreling with his wife? If only he could comfort her, she would come back."

Thieu Khanh Vien frowned in discomfort.

"Why do you let her go when she wants to go, and when she wants to come back, she comes home right away? Isn't that pampering her too much?"

"Since she wants to reconcile with me, from now on, you should stop calling her 'lady'!"

This time, the chef did not say another word, bowed his head and slowly left. Thieu Khanh Vien was finally able to continue holding the book. But I don't know why, my heart is so confused, I can't calm down. The words filling the page kept dancing before my eyes, as if turning into Dao Nuong's face. Sometimes she laughed and asked him what he wanted to eat, other times she cried and blamed him for leaving his wife. He angrily threw the sentence aside. Resolutely stood up and walked back and forth in the study room. At that moment, the impolite servant pushed open the door and walked in, holding out a washed handkerchief with both hands.

“The prince dropped his towel in the main courtyard, the slave has finished washing it.”

Shao Khanh Vien glanced at him. A couple of lovebirds were embroidered on it, looking as silly as water ducks.

—What is his scarf, at a glance you can immediately tell that it was embroidered by Dao Nuong.

I really don't understand what she is like. Whose daughter is like her, holding a knife as skillfully as swinging her hand, but holding a needle and thread is unbearably clumsy. When asked to study a book, I doze off, but when I read the menu, I remember it like porridge. It is not required that she be like Luc Uan—intelligent, intelligent, and famous. I just hope she has some of the appearance of an official's lady. Just like that handkerchief in front of him— He coldly watched her embroider for half a day, knowing immediately that she was going to give it to him. But the needle and thread was so clumsy, how could he bring it out? If colleagues or superiors saw it, they would definitely laugh until their stomach hurt. Thieu Khanh Vien angrily waved his hand: "Picking something around, it's not mine!" Thi Thuong scratched his head in confusion.

“Then slave, go and throw it away.”

“…Wait.”

Thieu Khanh Vien suddenly called back. Thinking for a moment, he took the handkerchief from his hand. Even though she said she didn't need it, after all, it was something Dao Nuong made herself, and she put in a lot of effort. A woman's handkerchief is picked up by someone else— If it's someone with an unjust mind, wouldn't that bring trouble to themselves? Only someone with a straightforward personality like Dao Nuong could arbitrarily throw away such an intimate item. Thieu Khanh Vien thinks so. In his hand, he unconsciously folded the towel neatly and carefully placed it in a shell box inlaid with pearls. Well, keep it for yourself. Dao Nuong no longer has a home, nor any relatives. Even if she was angry and wanted to reconcile with him, where else would she go? This place is still the place she must return to. Waiting for her to return to Thieu's residence, he will bring this scarf back to her in person her.

6

"Miss, we're at a loss again this month."

Ha Huong looked gloomy and went to the kitchen to find me. She counted her fingers and meticulously told me:

"There is only enough firewood to last until the end of the month, rice and oil must also be bought. Fresh vegetables are indispensable every day, and one more worker is needed."

I took a cloth to wipe my hands and contemplated for a moment.

"It's cheaper to buy dried firewood outside the city, and oil rice can be negotiated with the store to record the debt first. Fresh vegetables are halved every day, there are few customers, there's not much to use. As for hiring people..."

I thought back and forth, helplessly patting Ha Huong's shoulder.

“I can only trouble you and make you work harder?”

Ha Huong's face immediately looked like the sky was falling.

"Miss! My work is already too much!"

Just when we are worried and troubled. The curtain behind the kitchen was suddenly lifted.

"Cough, Lady Manh... can I be an employee? I'll pay for my food and living expenses."

Ha Huong and I simultaneously turned our heads to look back. I only saw the young master wearing a brocade, half of his body peeking into the kitchen door, his face red with embarrassment. Since the day my restaurant opened, he often comes here and spends money generously. It's not like someone who has to work hard in the kitchen. I glanced at his clothes and asked suspiciously:

“The little prince must come from a rich background, why does he want to work so hard?”

The young master was immediately stunned when asked. A moment later, he suddenly covered his face with his sleeve.

"Hu hu, I'm not hiding anything from you, my family encountered an unexpected disaster, and the entire government was forced to repay the debt. I had nowhere else to go, so..."

He sobbed and whimpered, the corners of his eyes were red, looking pitiful. I saw him crying so much that I couldn't bear it, so I gave him a handkerchief.

"Okay, just being a worker means having to go into the kitchen with me, dirty hands, dirty face, hard work, can you bear it?"

The young master immediately raised his head, his tears had not yet dried but he stopped crying.

"It's okay, it's okay! As long as Lady Manh is willing to keep me, I can do anything!"

See me slightly nodding. The little prince immediately smiled brightly like a flower, took out a silver string from his chest, and decisively rolled up his sleeve and tied it up. Entering the kitchen, his eyes looked intently at me.

"Meng princess, my name is Thu Duc..."

After saying that, he refused to leave, just quietly stared at me. His dark, wet eyes looked like a small puppy abandoned by someone. I was bewildered, not understanding: "What's wrong?" Thu Duc mumbled softly, then sighed softly, as if letting go:

“That's it... nothing.”