Without having to ask, Xu Feng'e knew what Liu was doing with the millet, and for whom.
Liu had prepared it meticulously, soaking it first then boiling it for an extended amount of time.
The slow simmering process just angered her more each time she saw it.
Xu Feng'e glanced at Zhou Ziqing and the two of them quietly stepped away.
Zhou Ziqing massaged her temples and slowly returned to the living room. "Ah…"
She moaned in pain.
The old Madame Qin glanced at her. "What's wrong?"
Zhou Ziqing waved her hand, her brow furrowed. "Grandmother, it's nothing much, just a slight headache. I might have caught a cold."
Xu Feng'e softly added, "It's probably because she's been stressed about Qin Muchuan these past few days. Miss Zhou hardly eats or sleeps properly, and last night she stayed out late attending a social engagement. That's likely why."
Madame Qin gave a knowing nod. "Yes, she must have overexerted herself."
