Chef Hua
Chapter 400 - 222 Talk about Generosity

Chapter 400: 222 Talk about Generosity

Talking sense? Big brother, could you please look at your current stance, where is there even the slightest intention of reasoning properly with someone? You’re clearly here to fight, aren’t you?

If there’s a single person in this yard who can stand up to three punches from Leader Meng without getting floored, she can write her "Hua" character upside down!

Those skilled in martial arts often carry an air of stern solemnity, their bodies lean and muscular, with well-defined muscles on their shoulders and arms, and their eyes especially spirited, especially when they are engulfed in rage. Just standing there in the middle of the yard, who would dare to come any closer, that would clearly be courting death.

Wan Meixian was intimidated but still not willing to concede. Not daring to meet Meng Yuhuai’s gaze, she just stared at Hua Xiaomai, covering her waist with one hand, and clenched her back teeth fiercely: "Fine then, picking on me now, why don’t you go and ask around..."

"We have no interest in knowing where you come from. If you’re curious, feel free to ask around the city about who I am," Meng Yuhuai didn’t even need Hua Xiaomai to speak up, taking the lead to say coldly, "As for today’s incident, we both know very well who started it. Since you didn’t get the better of it, I’ll let it go for now. But listen carefully, if you dare to come again, or secretly plot any unsavory schemes, I will make sure you learn what it means to regret when it’s too late."

His voice was not loud, nor was his expression particularly fierce, yet it somehow made one’s hair stand on end and feel uncomfortable all over. Wan Meixian was cowed but still unwilling to accept defeat, blustering with a feigned toughness: "Just you wait, I..."

"I’ll be waiting for you," Meng Yuhuai said with a slight smile, indifferently.

The scene was all too familiar, Hua Xiaomai momentarily felt dazed.

It seemed... Long ago, also in this very yard, Meng Yuhuai seemed to have said the same thing to the chef Wei who had kidnapped her. At that time, it felt as though she had also given Fatty Wei a good beating with a stick. History repeated itself in a loop... Come to think of it, did they not make a perfect couple?

Seeing that there was no advantage to be gained today, Wan Meixian could only shoot the two of them a hateful glance and hobbled out, with the seven or eight sturdy men who accompanied her in a fluster, muttering all kinds of soothing words that sounded more like perfunctory consolation. Wan Meixian kicked the person beside her out of irritation and strode out of Zhenwei Garden, vanishing without a trace in a moment.

The yard instantly quieted down. Meng Yuhuai looked around at the faces of the people, his brow slightly furrowing, and then waved his hand: "This matter is settled, everyone can disperse and go about your business. Since you’re earning the wages of Sauce Garden, you should contribute your effort. If such an incident happens again, I hope you all will take it more seriously and not let a young girl take the forefront."

The words left an uncomfortable taste, and everyone, like Master Lei, had a hint of red on their faces. Only the Great Saint Sun, came up to him with a chuckle, patting him on the shoulder and saying, "Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, I saw our Lady wield a mean stick; a single sweep sent that woman tumbling, hardly at a disadvantage there!"

Meng Yuhuai had no choice but to engage in a bit of banter with him. Turning around to see Hua Xiaomai still standing obediently to one side, his face fell: "You, come home with me."

Hua Xiaomai knew that she might not be able to avoid a scolding today, yet she couldn’t think of any strategy to evade it and could only cautiously utter "oh" in agreement, following him with small steps back to the south side of the village.

...

After several days of heavy rain, many unwashed clothes had piled up at home. Seeing that the rain had eased up today, with the sun seemingly about to peek out, Meng’s mother hurriedly gathered the clothes and soaked them in a large basin.

Of course, soaking was all she did; the "important task" of washing and scrubbing naturally fell to Hua Xiaomai when she came back.

When the two returned to the yard and happened to see Meng’s mother coming out of the house with a pile of clothes, Hua Xiaomai rushed forward with a beaming smile, saying repeatedly, "Mother, there’s no need to trouble yourself with this chore, hand it all to me; I’ll wash them quickly so we can hang them out to dry soon."

Meng’s mother, who couldn’t have been happier to be relieved of the task, did not decline and unceremoniously stuffed all the belongings into Hua Xiaomai’s arms, saying with a cold face, "It’s your duty anyways, who else should do it if not you? If you’re going to wash them, do it quickly while there’s a bit of wind. Otherwise, if the rain starts again, you’ll only be able to hang them indoors, and they’ll start to smell musty."

Hua Xiaomai gleefully agreed, hugging the clothes and preparing to run off. Meng Yuhuai, knowing full well what she was up to, couldn’t help but silently chuckle to himself while keeping a stern face, grabbing her by the collar: "I don’t think it will rain again anytime soon, set that aside for now and come inside with me, I have something to discuss with you."