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"Why are you here?" Xie Jingchen asked in a heavy voice, very impolitely.
"Commander, you’re back, just in time for dinner! Speaking of Chun Mei, she’s the one Aunt Zhou hired to cook for us, and also to take care of Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi!"
Seeing Wang Chunmei scared by the boss to the point that she even spilled the vegetables she was washing, Ma Shan winked and explained with a chuckle.
Seeing Xie Jingchen’s gaze turn cold, Ma Shan, who had been grinning, immediately snapped to attention and saluted formally: "Reporting, Commander, Wang Chunmei is the eldest daughter from Wang Dashan’s family in Qingfeng Village..."
"Enough." Xie Jingchen, after a sweep of his spiritual power, realized his mother had been drawn out by Ma Shan’s loud report, and interrupted the booming voice. With a casual glance, he ignored Wang Chunmei who wanted to speak and went straight towards the archway.
Xie Jingchen felt incredibly annoyed.
Ma Shan was completely puzzled after his salute and saw his buddy winking at him; he glanced from the corner of his eye at Wang Chunmei: How had this girl offended their boss?
That shouldn’t be right~ since when had their boss become so petty, squabbling with a woman? Something was off!
Out of professional habit, Ma Shan decided that from now on at home, he needed to not only beware of strangers coming near but also not overlook this village girl.
He couldn’t ignore the dangers close at hand.
"What’s wrong?" Zhou Xiuhua came out upon hearing Xiao Ma’s ’report,’ but instead of seeing San’er, she saw everyone looking oddly at Wang Chunmei and asked, puzzled.
Fortunately, Wang Chunmei had braced herself for what to expect when she decided to help at the Xie Family, so she managed to keep a normal expression on her face and didn’t seem about to cry.
Ma Shan glanced at Wang Chunmei, who was hanging her head, and laughed, "No worries, Aunt Zhou, is there anything else that needs to be done? I can lend a hand."
Wang Chunmei had already picked up the vegetables that had fallen on the ground and continued to wash them without making a sound. Zhou Xiuhua didn’t notice anything special and also remembered that her cooking was still on the stove, so she exclaimed, "Oh no, my dish!" and hurried back to the kitchen.
"No worries, no worries, Aunt Zhou, don’t panic, it hasn’t burnt yet... even if it’s a bit charred, still smells delicious!" Ma Shan entered alongside Aunt Zhou, of course sniffing the faint scent of burning meat in the air even before Zhou Xiuhua did.
Wang Chunmei was relieved to see that no one was paying attention to her anymore, her eyes began to redden, but then she thought that dinner was soon and she couldn’t cry.
She definitely couldn’t be willful, to avoid catching Sister Yan’s attention and inquiry.
Over these past few days, Wang Chunmei had managed to keep her presence as low as possible, staying mostly silent except when doing chores.
Even in caring for Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi, she kept quiet, not daring to let her gaze linger on the adorable babies.
The two little ones were nearly seven months old, looking really adorable. Xiaojiu already managed to toddle around with the help of a small stool, very brave.
Shiyi, on the other hand, was more shy around strangers, he always exhibited reluctance to get close to Wang Chunmei.
So most of the time, Wang Chunmei’s time was taken up with house chores, laundering, cooking, cleaning, boiling water and so on.
With many kids in the house, the adults are indeed busy non-stop.
Eat, then drink; drink, then go to the toilet; go to the toilet, then sleep. If it were just one person looking after the kids, chores could only be done while the kids slept, and even before finishing the chores, the kids might wake up. Over time, the kids would be fine, but the mother definitely couldn’t take it.
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