Zhu Xiangxiang felt a surge of blood rushing to her forehead, as the old woman was really treating her like a housekeeper.
Seeing that she was still standing there without moving, Madam Zhou curled her lips, "After all, you're still a young lady of the Zhus. I'm just an old woman who can't order you around. It seems I'll have to tell Ms. Ming Jing to hire another live-in housekeeper since I can't handle it anymore."
This was a threat to use Zhu Mingjing against her.
Zhu Xiangxiang endured it and went into the kitchen, "Madam Zhou, let me help you. Ming Jing is so busy, don't bother her anymore."
Madam Zhou hooked her lips, thinking that she could still deal with this girl.
Zhu Xiangxiang had never done any kitchen work before. In the past, she was a pampered young lady who didn't have to lift a finger. When she entered the kitchen, she was all hands and feet.
