novelraw Chapter 479 - 230. The servant said in panic,
Chapter 479 - 230. The servant said in panic,
Then he slightly lowered his eyes and leisurely tidied up the cuffs of his shirt, "Which media are you reporters from?"The reporter who had swallowed hard pinched his thigh to boost his courage and then extended the microphone a bit forward, "I am a reporter from ’New Era,’ President Mu, please respond to my earlier question. If you didn’t hear it clearly, I can repeat it."
Although he felt guilty, there wasn’t a trace of tremor in his voice, clearly well-prepared.
"’New Era’... Is it the newspaper that Su Zhengyu invested in?" Mu Jin Huan’s sharp and distinct features remained unchanged as he raised his eyes to look at him, the corners of his lips curling into a chilly arc.
Unhurriedly, he said, "Didn’t he teach you all to be responsible for every word you say? Legal responsibility is not something everyone can afford."
Upon hearing Mu Jin Huan’s words, the reporter’s expression suddenly changed.
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Having three kids at home, Nan Wan really experienced it today, wishing she had an extra pair of hands.
Qingqing hadn’t eaten lunch before coming over, and after playing for a while, she complained of being hungry. The servant cooked her a bowl of noodles, but she had trouble eating it with chopsticks. In just under ten minutes, she made a mess all over the table.
For a foodie, nothing is more frustrating than having food right in front of you but not being able to eat it, only smell its aroma.
The servant standing nearby witnessed the whole process and approached with a smile, "Miss Qingqing, shall I feed you?"
Qingqing shook her head in refusal, "Your hand has blisters from the hot water; it must hurt. It’s better to see a doctor soon."
She was boiled by hot water while cooking noodles for her, and Qingqing couldn’t bear it.
"It’s fine; I’ll apply some ointment later."
Little Qingqing seriously shook her head and urged the servant to apply the ointment now. Then she tilted her head, looked at Nan Wan with a pleading gaze, and used her ultimate sheep-like tone, "Auntie..."
Her face was full of: So hungry, so hungry, come feed me, come feed me.
"Just wait a moment, Qingqing," Nan Wan took a deep breath, handed Jiu Jiu on the sofa to another servant, then carried Pea, who was wriggling on the carpet, over to Aunt Zhou, "Aunt Zhou, please watch An Ge for me for a while."
Aunt Zhou quickly responded, "Okay."
Letting her hair down, Nan Wan tied it up while walking to the dining room.
The servant responsible for cooking was still standing by the dining table. As Nan Wan pulled out a chair, she saw the servant’s burned hand back, red and blistered.
Furrowing her pretty brows, she gently said to her, "I don’t have free hands to help you right now. Go to a nearby hospital and have it treated. The medical expenses will be added to your next month’s salary."
The servant quickly hid her hand behind her back and smiled, "It’s nothing, Madam. We country folks have thick skin, and this little injury doesn’t hurt."
The Mu Family’s old mansion has a total of six servants, the least of whom have been there for eight years. The two chosen to be sent to the North Shore Villa to take care of the grandson, Mu Yan, are the most honest and sincere among them.
Nan Wan patted her arm and smiled gently, "Go, it will still be up to you in the future to take care of Jiu Jiu and An Ge. Aunt Zhou will help with dinner tonight."
The servant couldn’t refuse anymore, "Then... okay, I’ll be quick."
"Mm."
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Nan Wan glanced at the messy tabletop, then at Qingqing, who was also embarrassed and sticking out her tongue, and helplessly chuckled.
She pinched Qingqing’s nose, handed her a tissue, "Wipe your mouth, little kitty."
Then she stood up, went to the kitchen to get another bowl of noodles, avoided the disaster scene, and sat on a different chair.
After swallowing the egg in her mouth, Qingqing licked her lips and asked, "Auntie, where’s Jiashu? It’s been a few days since he went to school."
Seeing him every day makes you feel annoyed, but if not for a day, you really miss him.
Nan Wan wiped off the soup at the corner of Qingqing’s mouth with a napkin and patiently explained to her, "Jiashu’s mom is having a birthday. Their whole family went abroad for a vacation. They’ll be back in half a month."
Half a month...
So long...
Mu Qingqing was a little melancholy. What was supposed to be delicious noodles didn’t seem so tasty anymore.
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Today’s weather was nice, blue skies and white clouds, with the sunlight sending out gentle rays.
After eating and drinking to her content, little Mu Qingqing was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. Neither her brother nor sister could talk, and with no one to play with, she started feeling bored again.
She didn’t like being cooped up inside. The Mu Family’s old mansion had a yard where she could run and laugh as much as she wanted.