Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Fang Ling hurriedly got up again, not even daring to brush the dust off her clothes, and picked up the broken pieces on the ground, saying, "I just saw that it was too busy outside and wanted to lend a hand."

Yun Xiao glanced at her again, her tone slightly questioning: "You should be helping out in the kitchen, why are you here?"

Yun Xiao's voice was already somewhat chilling, and coupled with the scars on her face that hadn't fully healed, Fang Ling trembled a little in fear.

"You've really misunderstood. This is my first time here, I just didn't find the place. Why are you being so aggressive?"

In the end, Fang Ling's tone became somewhat confrontational.

Fang Xin put the spoon away, looked at Yun Xiao, and said with concern, "You should go back to your room and rest first. The guys are coming and going, they might bump into you."

When Yun Xiao looked at Fang Xin, her gaze softened immediately, and she gently replied, "Mm."

Fang Ling was still picking up the shards when Fang Xin shook the spoon in her hand and said, "Alright, you can go out now. Don't come in here so casually again."

Fang Ling never expected that not only would Li Shi and Fang Xin treat her like a thief, but even an ugly woman would dare to give her a hard time.

As she left, she glared unhappily at Yun Xiao's room.

As she stepped into the front hall, she was met with a half-smile from Fang Yu at the counter. She looked away, pretending nothing had happened.

Fang Ling was busy all day long, so busy that she didn't have time to even peek at the recipes in the kitchen.

Fang Yu wasn't targeting her; he was just treating her like any other employee, treating everyone the same.

After the restaurant closed, Fang Yu and his family of three hired a carriage to go back. Fang Ling originally thought that she would be taken along.

As the carriage drove further and further away, she stomped her feet in anger.

Inside the carriage, Madam Li still looked worried: "Yu'er, is it really alright to let Fang Ling help out at the shop?"

“Of course it’s fine,” Fang Xin said quickly. “No matter what she’s trying to steal or learn, there’s no way she’ll succeed.”

Fang Yu gently squeezed her hand, indicating that she could rest assured.

Thinking about the house-raising ceremony, Fang Yu said, "Mother, don't come back and forth with us tomorrow. Let's prepare for the ceremony at home first."

Li had almost forgotten that all the happy events had come together. She nodded and said, "Okay."

At night, Fang Yu had no desire to sleep. He couldn't get a good night's sleep unless the totem man appeared.

Xiao Jingqi also came tonight, but he didn't come in. Instead, he stayed at a distance in the courtyard until all the candles in the courtyard went out.

They waited all night, but the totem man did not appear.

Early in the morning, Li went to find Aunt Jiang to help her prepare for the roof-raising ceremony.

Fang Yu left Fu Ju behind and went to the city with Fang Xin. Fang Ling had also arrived at the restaurant very early.

After preparing the ingredients for the day, Fang Xin picked up a book and sat on a recliner in the yard to read.

Fang Yu wrote a job posting and hung it at the door, planning to hire a few shopkeepers and cooks so that he wouldn't have to stay at the shop every day.

Fang Ling was cleaning with a rag when she lifted the curtain and accidentally saw Fang Xin reading a book in the yard.

She couldn't read, but seeing how intently Fang Xin was looking at it, she figured it must be what Wang Yuan wanted.

After the customers entered the store one after another, Fang Ling deliberately bumped a pot of boiling water into the waiter who was running back and forth serving dishes.

Scalded by the boiling water, the waiter no longer cared about the food in his hands and simply put it down on the counter next to him.

Fang Ling hurriedly took a handkerchief and helped the waiter wipe his face: "Are you alright? It's all my fault for being careless."

The waiter's face was contorted in pain, but because there were too many customers, he forced himself to hold it in and rushed into the backyard like a gust of wind to pour cold water on himself.

Fang Ling stood obediently at the door without going in, but her eyes were full of worry.

Fang Yu actually saw the whole scene from beginning to end, but he just didn't realize it.

Why isn't my food here yet?

One of the guests at a table suddenly shouted angrily. Fang Yu calmed them down before walking towards Fang Ling at the door.

Fang Ling hurriedly admitted her mistake, saying, "Sister Yu, I really didn't mean it. Shouldn't you deduct the cost of his medicine from my wages?"

She looked at Fang Yu in a consultative tone.

Fang Yu snapped out of her daze and glanced at the customers waiting for their food. She said, "Of course we have to compensate them, but not now. Let's serve the food first."

As Fang Yu spoke, she lifted the curtain and went into the backyard first. Fang Ling slowly raised the corners of her mouth in a sinister smile and followed her in.

Fang Yu had to run back and forth several times to serve all the dishes to the waiting customers.

After going in and out of the kitchen several times, Fang Ling is now certain that the book Fang Xin was reading is indeed the recipe.

Because Fang Xin would glance at her book every now and then while cooking, Fang Ling could see it every time she came in.

After most of the guests outside had left, Fang Ling brought the bowls and chopsticks inside and put them down. She deliberately knocked the condiments that Fang Xin was going to use to the ground.

The red dust filling the air choked Fang Xin, who was just beginning to react, causing her to cough incessantly.

The freshly ground chili powder spread through the air four times. Fang Ling coughed and apologized, "I wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean to."

Fang Xin sneezed several times in a row, tears welling up in her eyes, and still couldn't help but scold Fang Ling: "I say, Miss Fang, you were born with a life of wealth and privilege, you're really not suited to doing these kinds of rough jobs."

Fang Ling hurriedly apologized: "I really didn't mean to, I'll get it sorted out right away."

Fang Xin wiped away her tears, too lazy to say anything: "Clean things up, I need to go and buy some more."

Fang Xin just left like that.

There are no customers in the front of the restaurant now, and the waiters who should be resting are all resting. Fang Ling is the only one left in the kitchen.

Fang Ling's heartbeat gradually quickened, and her breathing became heavier. She took a deep breath, closed the door, and began searching around.

The more I searched, the more frightened I became. My trembling arm accidentally knocked over the vegetable basket next to me, and a familiar-looking book suddenly appeared in my sight.

She hurriedly picked it up and flipped through it. Although she couldn't read, she remembered that this was the book Fang Xin often looked at.

She hurriedly tried to stuff it into her arms, but the door, which had been closed, was suddenly pushed open from the outside without warning.

Fang Xin, who had clearly said she was going to buy seasonings, stood empty-handed at the door with her arms crossed and a faint smile on her lips.

In her haste, Fang Ling not only failed to tuck the book into her bosom, but it also fell to the ground.

The air suddenly went quiet. Fang Ling awkwardly reached out to pick it up, but Fang Xin was one step ahead of her.

Fang Xin picked up the book, dusted it off, flipped through a few pages, and asked her, "You like this too?"

Fang Ling's gaze gradually turned to surprise. Before she could respond, Fang Xin shoved the book into her hands: "Since you like it so much, and I've already read it, I'll reluctantly give it to you."