Jiang Nuan was a bit unhappy. Did she look like someone who was short on money? Or did the other party think she was refusing just because she was afraid of being taken advantage of?
She maintained a steely expression and said casually, "I only cook occasionally, not often, and I’m not a professional chef. I can cook for myself, but cooking for others would put me under psychological pressure. Cooking is just a personal hobby of mine, meant to relieve work stress and serve as a pastime. I don’t want to turn my pastime into a job. If your employer likes Chinese food, you can post a job ad online. There aren’t many people from Hua Country in Mahali, but it’s not like there aren’t any, surely someone would be willing to take the job. But unfortunately, that person isn’t me."
If it’s not you, then it’s pointless! The maid screamed internally. She saw that Jiang Nuan was getting angry and dared not continue to pester her, so she changed the subject.
"I’m sorry, Miss Susan, please don’t be upset. That wasn’t my intention. By the way, this dog food was sent by Mr. Smith for you, saying you asked him yesterday about Little Potato’s dog food brand."
Hearing her call Little Potato ’Nuannuan’, Jiang Nuan couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of her mouth and gestured to decline, "I was just asking, I thought he didn’t hear me. I don’t need this dog food, I also like Little Potato, and I know the brand, so I can buy it myself."
"Little Potato?" The maid was momentarily stunned.
Only then did Jiang Nuan realize she had let slip the private name for Nuan Tuan. Embarrassed, she corrected herself, "No, I meant Tuan."
"Oh, oh, oh." The maid’s face lit up with realization, and she handed the dog food to Jiang Nuan, "Susan helped walk the dog, and Mr. Smith is already very grateful. It wouldn’t be right for you to pay for it. Just accept it, since the dog needs to eat anyway."
Jiang Nuan got a handful of dog food thrust upon her, saying no was pointless.
"Well..."
Sometimes Jiang Nuan couldn’t stand the fact that she feels indebted when taking someone else’s gift and feels guilty about it. Initially, she had refused, but having received a bag of dog food she didn’t ask for, she felt unfortable.
"Hmm? What’s wrong, Miss Susan?"
Jiang Nuan looked up with her almond eyes, "I don’t cook much, but if he’s ever interested in eating, he can let me know, and I’ll cook if I have time."
The maid didn’t expect Jiang Nuan to change her mind and was overjoyed, "Mr. Smith will surely be very happy to hear that, thank you."
Jiang Nuan regretted her impulsive ment, "I mean, occasionally, as in... not the hired kind of occasionally."
What I mean is, since we’re all neighbors and you’re not paying me, nor do I want your money, you can’t just expect me to cook for you all the time.
As it turns out, she was overthinking things.
The next day, she returned from the research institute and found the maid from across the street waiting at her door with groceries.
Seeing her return, the maid happily ran over and greeted her, "Miss Susan, you’re back."
"Is something up?"
Jiang Nuan’s temples suddenly started throbbing, and her smile appeared a bit forced.
Could it be that she had said she’d help with occasional cooking yesterday, and now they had e knocking?
The maid asked, "Miss Susan, can I ask a favor?"
Jiang Nuan wrinkled her nose, "Don’t tell me you want me to cook."
The maid’s face showed a slight embarrassment, "You guessed correctly. I’m really sorry, but my child’s teacher suddenly came to visit at home, and I have to rush back immediately. I didn’t know in advance, so I haven’t had time to make dinner for Mr. Smith. He just moved here and doesn’t know anyone else, only you as a friend, so I could only think of you..."
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