In her past life, whenever it was the original owner's or Shen Xiatian's turn to cook, the task of scooping out salted mustard greens or pickled Chinese cabbage always fell to the original owner.
Because in winter, the water in the large vats was bone-chillingly cold, with a layer of ice forming on top. Reaching in to fish things out would freeze a person to the very marrow of their bones.
Every time, Shen Xiatian would cry and fuss about being afraid of the cold and not daring to do it, and the original owner, feeling sorry for her, would always go and do it for her.
Chapter 876