Jin Yuanyuan couldn't help but sneer at the sight of Muniang's attire, saying bluntly that she was just a peasant woman who also went down to the kitchen to cook. She truly wasn't bothered by the greasiness. How could such a village woman compare to even half of her finger?
With this thought, Jin Yuanyuan's eyes inevitably carried a trace of scorn.
"I'm here to see Mr. Yu. You might as well go down to cook. Just looking at you covered in grease makes me uncomfortable," Jin Yuanyuan said in a coquettish tone.
Muniang was taken aback; she hadn't seen someone so inconsiderate, treating her like she was invisible. Go down to cook? Was she being commanded like an old servant?
