Dressed as a farmer's little cook, don't panic if she has a refrigerator

Chapter 447 You have to spend money to hire people anyway

Gu Beihe happened to pick them up.

"Did something happen?" Shen Xiaoyu vaguely felt that something was wrong. It was obvious that the donkey cart did not belong to Gu Beihe, but rather belonged to a small restaurant at the entrance of the village. Shen Xiaoyu had also ridden in it occasionally. There was a small dog tied to the donkey's ear. The iron ring had some strange symbols engraved on it, so she got it.

At this time, Gu Beihe brought people back to the village from Huali County. Something must have happened in the village, right?

"Well, my father is dead." Gu Beihe was as calm as if he was answering a very common thing, at least on the surface.

Shen Xiaoyu's eyes widened in shock: "How could it be so sudden?"

She looked at Gu Beihe's strong back and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.

Back in the village, Shen Xiaoyu asked Shen Xiaoli to go home first, and she followed Gu Beihe to the Gu family to see if there was anything she needed help with.

Gu Beihe was watching the autopsy, with the door guarded and others waiting outside.

Shen Xiaoyu comforted Aunt Li and Gu Xiyue.

Both mother and daughter's eyes were swollen from crying, and they had no intention of making dinner.

Shen Xiaoyu went to the kitchen to cook, but the Gu family's kitchen was very simple and had nothing to offer, so she had to go back to her home and bring it over when it was ready.

She made a few home-cooked dishes with a slightly stronger taste, enough for a table of ten people, because there were still some people who helped with the funeral stay in their courtyard, including Wu Zuo and herself, which totaled almost ten people.

Except for the mother, daughter and Gu Nanshu, who had little appetite and couldn't eat, the others actively helped set the table.

"I heard that Miss Shen is good at cooking, so we are in for a treat today!"

"smell good!"

Everyone praised her, but Shen Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed and went to call Gu Beihe.

Gu Beihe and Wu had sex. Their expressions were indifferent and they couldn't tell what was going on.

"Wash your hands and eat!" She glanced inside and saw the late Gu Zhongliang lying on the bed, his whole body thin and sallow.

"Can I help you with the cooking these days?" Gu Beihe saw Aunt Li and Gu Xiyue crying and looking hopeless. He probably didn't have enough energy to arrange meals.

But for a funeral, you still have to set the table and provide food and drink for some people. You have to spend money to hire people. If Shen Xiaoyu is willing, he can afford it.

Shen Xiaoyu nodded: "Okay, but how many days will the funeral take? I have to arrange my own time and work!"

"You have to go over seven days. If it's seven days, your stall will be in business." Gu Beihe didn't know how much she earned from setting up the stall every day. He thought about it and said, "I'll give you twenty taels of silver, what do you think?"

"Okay, but I can't do it tomorrow. Let's start from the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow you have to ask someone else to cook. I promised someone to cook! Maybe I won't be able to come back to your side!" Shen Xiaoyu almost changed the idea of ​​going to Gao's family for a birthday banquet tomorrow.

"I'll go back and prepare first. If you need any help here, let Xiyue come and call us!" Shen Xiaoyu said, carrying back the diabolo basket and food box that he had just brought with the food.

As soon as she walked in, her sisters gathered around her.

Shen Xiaotao helped her put away the bamboo basket and food box in her hand. Shen Xiaoli asked her, "Master Beihe's father is really dead?"

"Well, I have to help them cook these days. You guys, please stop running around and stay at home, okay? Don't be afraid of any noises you hear at night. It's just them doing their own business. Get ready and go to bed early!" Shen Xiaoyu touched Xiaoli's head. She was not worried about the two younger sisters. She was only afraid that the younger sister would be frightened by the sound of doing something.

(End of this chapter)