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"Qi Xiaomian," he said with righteous indignation, "you're not a child anymore. If you don't start learning now, it will be too late. We need to correct your bad habits from before, and that alone will take quite some time."
And that fire—do you know? This morning, he almost set the tavern's kitchen ablaze. If it had been discovered even a moment later, with the alcohol fueling the flames, by the time you woke up, there would have been nothing left of the house.
"Sang Qingxiao" heard this and glared at "Yin Can," saying, "You deserve to be punished! The losses from the tavern's kitchen will be deducted from your wages."
"Wow! I haven't even received my wages yet, and you're already planning to deduct them!" "Yin Can" cried even more sorrowfully. "You're so mean! Bad woman!"
"Sang Qingxiao" scrutinized him. His temperament was also poor; he needed proper discipline.
She then turned to "Qi Xiaomian." "This little brat is your responsibility now. You teach him; I won't interfere anymore."
"Qi Xiaomian" frowned and snorted coldly. "No one else can teach him but me."
Indeed, it was better to leave the little demon to the "Demon King."
Just as he was about to lie back down for a nap, "Qi Xiaomian" said to her, "Last night, I had some river delicacies brought over and left them in the kitchen."
"Last night? How many hours has it been? They can't all be dead, right?"
"Sang Qingxiao" shook her head to clear her drowsiness and quickly got ready, throwing on a plain outfit before heading out.
"Qi Xiaomian" watched as "Sang Qingxiao" ran off with one shoe missing. She hopped a few times, her delicate little foot retrieving the shoe, and an involuntary smile crept onto his face.
The annoying little brat poked him. "You were staring at her! I'll tell her!"
"You think you can negotiate with me over something so trivial?"
The tired little demon pouted, pretending to be pitiful. "We can practice a little each day; there's no need to rush."
"Qi Xiaomian" certainly wouldn't indulge him and even complained that he was moving too slowly and wasting time. "Haven't you tasted 'Miss Sang's' cooking yet? If you don't learn properly now, when it's time for dinner, we'll eat while you just watch!"
"Pfft! What's so good about it? I'm not interested!"
When "Sang Qingxiao" arrived at the kitchen, "Misha" and "Yue" were busy cracking crabs. Looking at the two large baskets of crab shells beside them, she asked, "You didn't sleep all night just to crack crabs, did you?"
"I cracked crabs all night," "Yue" replied. "I got up early and saw 'Misha' busy, so I came over to help. Our family loves your crab roe sauce. We don't know how long we'll be here, so we wanted to get as much crab meat out as possible."
Although space could preserve freshness, when fresh goods arrived, it was hard for "Yue" to put them away without seeing them first.
"And there are plenty of shrimp," "Misha" continued. "They're quite big—almost palm-sized! I've been raising them in water. What do you plan to do with them?"
"I'll roast some into dried shrimp first; they can be eaten as snacks or used in stir-fries later. Plus, if they get a bit drunk on some liquor during preparation, they'll last longer."
"Sang Qingxiao" roasted some shells for flavor; the meat was firm and bouncy with a delightful chewiness.
I roasted some whole shrimp with their shells on, mainly for future cooking, but they can also serve as a snack. Dipped in some salt and pepper, one bite reveals the crispy shell and the sweet, plump shrimp meat inside.
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