Scum Man Cannot Redeem Himself - chapter 3

The night turned to down.

The three tiled houses in front, with yards in front and back, had been cleaned. It even had bedding prepared.

This was set by someone a few days before Ning Qing came, and she was very satisfied.

She went without a good night’s sleep for a long time, that was why she slept a lot.

She opened her eyes again and saw the bright sky.

She moved her body softly, stretched out her fair arm from the bedding, and smoothed her silky long black hair.

With her clear big eyes, she looked around. Although it was strange, she was at ease.

She dressed neatly.

Her stomach was already rumbling.

She had not eaten for more than a day.

What to do? She didn’t know how to cook. So distressed!

She must learn!

It shouldn’t be difficult.

But when she got into the kitchen, she got stuck. Although there was food and vegetables, she didn’t have firewood.

How to make a fire without firewood?

Ning Qing was very embarrassed. Should she borrow it from a neighbor?

–Knock knock–

Someone was knocking on the door? She had just come to this village, so she wasn’t familiar with anyone!

With doubts, Ning Qing came out of the kitchen door.

She went through the hall and into the front yard.

The door of the yard was not high, only reaching ordinary people’s chest .

Ning Qing could clearly see the person who knocked.

It was a woman in her 30s or 40s, with ragged clothes and disheveled hair. She had desperate eyes.

“Sister, I beg you to give me food. I am starving to death.”

Even Ning Qing had no food and was almost starving.

Obviously, she was different from the woman outside the yard. The woman was really starving to death, but she had ingredients but couldn’t make anything to eat.

“I don’t have any ready-made food. Can you cook? If you can, you can come in and make something.” Then, she opened the courtyard door.

The woman in front of her was very thin, and the ragged clothes almost hung on her body.

The woman nodded.

Ning Qing took her to the kitchen. The woman washed her hands and picked up the kitchen knife skillfully.

Thinking that there was no flint, Ning Qing went out and borrowed one from the neighbor next door.

When she returned to the kitchen, the woman had cut the dishes for spare use, washed the rice and put it in the pot, and the firewood was also placed on the stove.

Ning Qing handed over the firewood.

In less than ten minutes, the pot smelled of vegetables.

The two had a full meal.

Not waiting for Ning Qing’s words, the woman knelt in front of her, and said, “Thank you for your life-saving grace. I have nowhere to go. If you don’t dislike it, just give me some food to eat and keep me. You are the master and I will be the servant.”

Ning Qing looked at the poor woman. Although she had some silver money with her, it was also her dowry. She also intended to do some business to support her family.

But if she refused to accept her she was afraid that the woman would not survive the cold winter.

She sighed.

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