"Madam, I'll go pick the chrysanthemums now." The Yang Family pretty much became wealthy through their culinary skills, and Xiu'er, the servant girl who had been with the family for several years, also picked up the habit of loving to eat. Hearing that there was a new dish, she naturally became excited.
"Look at you, so happy. Hurry up and go." Yang Chuxia let Xiu'er go first, then remembered that there was some fine flour specially reserved for making pastries at home, so she also asked Sister-in-law Li to bring some.
By the afternoon, the sweet fragrance of the pastries indeed wafted out of the kitchen.
"How does it look? Can we eat it now?" Seeing Yang Chuxia entering the kitchen, the two women were startled. Perhaps word of Yang Chuxia's incident at the Yang Family had traveled here, making everyone at the Ye Family somewhat nervous and more careful in their tasks.
They couldn't help but feel anxious when they saw her come into the kitchen.
