The shrimp dumplings were delightful. After spending most of her days with her teacher eating nothing but rice and buns, having something different lifted Anji's mood.
"Thank you, Uncle Cook!" Anji cleaned her mouth and hopped off the stool. "I'll help with the dishes today."
After living with Yan Ping in isolation, Anji had gotten used to doing several chores. Although she did not do them often, she could now bathe herself, wash her dishes and fold the laundry. Lizi still did most of the labour-intensive chores, but they were little steps to independence.
Uncertain about letting Anji do the dishes, the cook was about to stop her when Lizi gave her nod of approval. Surprised that the most protective personal maid allowed their youngest mistress to do the menial chores of a servant, the middle-aged man stood with his jaw agape.
