Looking at Song Yajing's departing figure, Ning Qing stuck out her pink tongue and made a face at her back.
When a servant saw Ning Qing's lovely appearance, she laughed and said, "Madam, let me cut the fruit."
"No, I'm really good at it." Ning Qing shook her head in a good mood. She cored the apple and made a hollow apple box.
Then she placed some dragon fruit with cherries and set up a beautiful rabbit platter with a layer of yogurt sprinkled on it.
"Wow," the servant looked at her worshipfully. "Madam, your platter is beautiful, it's similar to those made by five-star chefs."
"Right? I've practiced it specially." Ning Qing smiled with curved eyes. She handed the fruit platter to the servant. "You can bring this fruit platter to the tea table."
"Madam, don't you want to bring it out yourself?"
