Chapter 978: Flowers in the Mist Can't See Clearly

Gu Changfeng gave a faint compliment and then left with a gloomy face. From beginning to end, he did not mention Xinyue's injury, nor did he ask Pan Dahai to take care of her, but the low pressure released from his body made Pan Dahai feel uneasy.

He kept watching Gu Changfeng's back as he walked away before retracting his gaze and looking at Zheng Xinyue. He no longer wanted to assign her work.

"Zheng Xinyue, your hand is injured. You don't need to do the work outside. Go back and make the account. We need to take inventory tomorrow."

"Thank you, Manager Pan."

Zheng Xinyue hurriedly thanked him. This was considered Pan Dahai giving her the green light!

Zheng Xinyue was popular in the cafeteria and was not lazy at ordinary times. There was also a scene where Gu Changfeng personally sent Zheng Xinyue back. No one had any objections to Pan Dahai's arrangement.

Zheng Xinyue got a break in the afternoon. There was no one in the cafeteria. She locked the door of the office and went into the space to heal her wounds. Although she only cut her hand, the wound was very deep and it hurt. With the river water, she would not let herself suffer more!

Get well as soon as possible. You must do the work you should do. You can't always let others take care of you.

Untie the gauze and soak the injured hand in water. The pain is relieved instantly. It feels warm and comfortable. In just a few minutes, the wound becomes lighter little by little.

Zheng Xinyue sat by the river, thinking about the third brother's affairs in her head. She always felt that Chen Rongfa was protecting Wang Yuzhu, so he took everything on himself.

But what is the purpose of doing this?

A worker was used by Wang Yuzhu and lost his job. Why would he protect him wholeheartedly?

Promised money and benefits? He lost his job. That's a stable job. What is less valuable than anything?

Thinking about it over and over again makes my head hurt. I always feel that I am close to the truth, but it's like seeing flowers in the fog and I can't see clearly.

If I can't figure it out, I simply don't think about it. The wound on the finger has recovered, and there is no scar. Zheng Xinyue is not busy wrapping the gauze. She cooks tea eggs on the fire and steams buns on the pot. Changfeng is on the train at night, and she has to prepare some food for him on the road.

After steaming the buns, Zheng Xinyue's eyes fell on the group of leisurely old hens.

The old hens looked at Zheng Xinyue vigilantly, with murderous intent! After stealing their children, you still have to kill them. Woohoo, husband! Why are you never there when I need you?

So, there was a commotion in the space. Zheng Xinyue suppressed her fear and killed a chicken with her own hands. In the past, this job was done by Changfeng or the third brother.

After killing the chicken and cleaning it, she stuffed various seasonings into the chicken's stomach. This would be extremely grateful for her precious space, which had materials for her to squander.

The tea eggs were cooked and placed in a basin to soak in flavor. The buns were picked out and placed in the basin. These basins were bought by her little by little. Now the space has become a primitive canteen of a certain scale.

There was soybean oil in the space that she exchanged for soybeans. The big pot was cleaned and poured with oil. There were plenty of soybeans, but it was troublesome to change the oil. Such a large pot of soybean oil was the result of her secretly changing more than a dozen times.

When the oil temperature reaches 50%, put the chicken into the pan and fry it. She killed two chickens and fried them together.

This was her favorite food in modern times. She had read the recipe and learned it, but she gave up because it was too troublesome and she couldn't buy all the ingredients.

Today was her first time making it, and she didn't know if it would taste the same as the ones bought from the delicatessen.

After frying the chicken, it needs to be pressed in a pressure cooker with special seasonings. Such chicken meat is crispy and boneless, and the aroma makes people drool the moment it is opened.

Chef Zheng was concentrating on making delicious food. Making Fuli chicken took a lot of time. It was her first time making it. She was afraid that she would not do it well, so she focused all her attention on the chicken and didn't notice that she had been in the space for a long time.