The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 75

"I can manage. The dishes are almost all cooked, now we just need to pack them," Aunt Wu nodded repeatedly.

"Good." Song Nianchu thought the current portion should be enough for their small team.

Hua had just finished cooking a batch, so Song Nianchu walked over and tasted it with her chopsticks.

"How is it, Ah-Chu?" Hua asked nervously, watching Song Nianchu.

"It tastes great." Song Nianchu gave her a thumbs-up.

Hua imdiately bead with joy. "It's not —you prepared all the ingredients in advance. I just followed your steps, so of course it turned out well."

"You still have to control the heat perfectly, Sister Hua. Don’t be so modest," Song Nianchu praised sincerely.

She never hesitated to complint diligent workers.

The more you praised them, the better their results would be.

Hearing this, Hua couldn’t suppress her smile.

"Ah-Chu, go rest for a bit. I’ve got one last batch to finish," Hua said, now full of motivation.

"Alright." Song Nianchu nodded but didn’t actually rest. Instead, she joined the others in packing.

One person filled the containers, another sealed them, and a third labeled them.

"Ah-Chu, I heard from Uncle Zhengui that you developed a machine for weaving fishing nets?" Aunt Wu, who was sealing the lids, glanced curiously at Song Nianchu.

"It wasn’t —Mu Shi'an invented it," Song Nianchu clarified.

At those words, ng Yingying, who was filling a glass jar with food, suddenly trembled, and a piece of fish fell to the ground.

"Oh no, Comrade ng, be careful! Don’t waste food!" Aunt Wu quickly picked up the fallen fish, carefully blowing off the dust.

"I... I’m sorry," ng Yingying stamred an apology.

"It’s fine, just be more careful next ti," Song Nianchu reassured her.

ng Yingying was usually very diligent—this was her first mistake in days. Song Nianchu wasn’t the type to be overly strict.

"Ah-Chu, can we still use this fish that fell on the ground?" Aunt Wu asked.

"Of course not. If custors find sand or dirt in their food, they’ll stop buying our products," Song Nianchu said firmly.

"Then we can’t use it!" Aunt Wu agreed imdiately. "But... what should we do with this piece?"

"Throw it away," Song Nianchu declared.

"Throw it away? That’s such a waste! Why not let take it?" Aunt Wu blurted out.

"Aunt Wu, I know you hate waste, but if I allowed dropped food to be taken ho, it could lead to problems," Song Nianchu lowered her voice slightly.

At first, Aunt Wu didn’t understand, but when she t Song Nianchu’s serious gaze, realization dawned.

People loved taking advantage of small opportunities. If workers could keep dropped food, so might deliberately let things fall to take more ho.

"Ah-Chu, you’re so clever. I didn’t even think of that," Aunt Wu said sheepishly.

"You just didn’t want to waste food," Song Nianchu smiled.

Aunt Wu glanced at the fish in her hand. Though reluctant, she followed Song Nianchu’s instructions and tossed it into the slop bucket.

The others watched, surprised, but they also understood—nothing that fell could be taken, so they worked even more carefully.

From then on, no one made another mistake, and the packing proceeded smoothly.

"Ah-Chu, I’ll help you load these into the basket," Aunt Wu stood up.

"Thank you," Song Nianchu said gently.

"This is nothing," Aunt Wu waved her off.

Working in the kitchen had been the easiest job she’d had in years.

Once Aunt Wu left, only Song Nianchu and ng Yingying remained.

Perhaps because of the earlier mishap, ng Yingying seed uneasy and made to leave.

"Comrade ng," Song Nianchu called out to her.

ng Yingying stiffened, her eyes filled with unease as she turned.

"Song... Comrade Song."

"Is there sothing you wanted to tell ?" Song Nianchu asked.

They had been working in a secluded corner of the yard, far enough from the others that their conversation went unnoticed.

"N-no, nothing," ng Yingying clutched the hem of her clothes nervously.

"Are you sure?" Song Nianchu pressed.

"I... I’m sure," ng Yingying’s voice trembled.

Seeing how frightened she looked, Song Nianchu didn’t push further.

"Don’t be nervous. I just noticed you kept glancing at earlier and thought you might have sothing to say."

"I... I’m sorry. I won’t do it again," ng Yingying bowed deeply.

"Please, we’re all comrades here," Song Nianchu reached out to help her up, but ng Yingying flinched away, retreating several steps.

The fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Song Nianchu’s hand froze mid-air.

"I’m sorry," ng Yingying apologized again before hurrying off.

Watching her flee like a startled bird, Song Nianchu frowned.

What kind of life was she living at Old Wu’s place to be so terrified?

"Ah-Chu, everything’s packed for you!" Aunt Wu called out just then.

Song Nianchu pushed her thoughts aside and walked over.

"Be careful on the road," Aunt Wu said warmly.

"Mm." Song Nianchu nodded, hoisting the heavily laden basket onto her back and leaving the village office.

Unnoticed, ng Yingying’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure.

"Comrade ng, our morning shift is over. Let’s head ho," Hua called to her.

"...Alright." ng Yingying snapped out of her daze and followed.

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State-Owned Restaurant.

Manager Li’s Office.

"Nianchu, here’s your paynt for today," Manager Li cheerfully handed her a stack of bills.

"You seem in high spirits lately, Manager Li," Song Nianchu remarked as she took the money.

"Of course! Thanks to your advice, business has been booming," Manager Li grinned, his eyes nearly disappearing into crescents.

Though his salary stayed the sa regardless of the restaurant’s performance, success brought other perks.

That morning, a high-ranking official had even called to reserve a private room—sothing unheard of before, when he’d had to grovel for their patronage.

This was the first ti he had heard such a warm and cordial address—"Manager Li."

No amount of money could buy such a gesture of respect.