"Inside the kitchen?" Madam Zhou heard what the helper said and headed to the kitchen immediately, then said, "Ah, Zhiyuan, what are you doing right now? We have a chef at home. Why are you cooking? Have you been…poaching eggs all this time? Look at how many blisters there are on your hands. Someone come over!"
Zhou Yao's mother was furious as she called out quickly.
Leng Zhiyuan sat down on the sofa in the living room. Madam Zhou took a needle to prick the blisters on her hands, and as she did so, Madam Zhou chided the helpers as she said, "Young Mistress's hands were injured, and all of you just stood there like that?"
The helpers were all sweating profusely as they stuttered and explained themselves, "Madam, Young…Young Master did not allow us…to intervene…"
