Madam Shen slightly furrowed her brows, and Aunt Zhang hurriedly said, "Madam, ladling soup is the rough work we servants do. Be careful not to scald your hands, I can do it."
Rough work for servants?
Han Jiangxue's face turned pale, her outstretched hand stiffened. Aunt Zhang's words were laced with overt and covert sarcasm, and she had picked up on it.
Just now, she had been busy cooking in the kitchen for a long time, yet this old thing hadn't come to lend a hand!
And sitting to one side, Madam Shen's expression remained unchanged, nor did she say anything to Aunt Zhang.
Han Jiangxue felt a wave of anger rise to her chest, yet she dared not explode and could only sit down sullenly.
She knew her mother-in-law did not like her. Although their interactions weren't as confrontational as other mother-daughter-in-law relationships, she would always end up with a bellyful of repressed anger after every visit, with nowhere to vent it.
