Mother Zhao served the dessert as Jiang Xinjie instructed, "The chef just baked this."
Upon seeing the grapes on the dessert, Jiang Xinjie firmly refused to eat it, "Take it away, take it away. No more of that random decoration in the future."
Zhao mother looked at Jiang Xinjie in confusion, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Should I call the family doctor?"
"No need, I'm fine."
Jiang Xinjie directly rejected the offer.
"Alright then."
Mother Zhao went to the kitchen and heard two servants whispering, "I think the young miss is cursed or something, every day she's mumbling."
"I feel the same too, her gaze looks like it is piercing through us. It's really creeping me out."
"Do you two not want to work anymore? Talking about your master behind her back."
Zhao mother scolded them and the two servants hastily scattered to attend to their work.
The chef saw Mother Zhao entering with the dessert, frowned and asked, "Rejecting my dishes again?"
