Fourth Master gave her a glance, and she quickly lowered her head.
"If you want to eat, just order from the Imperial Kitchen. Are you out of silver?" Fourth Master, however, did not intend to break the rules; concubines who desired more than their share always had to spend silver.
Last time, Ye Zao refused those five thousand taels from her uncle, which made Fourth Master feel even more responsible for her expenses.
This, however, had nothing to do with favoritism, but simply responsibility.
After all, five thousand taels of silver, roughly converted, is about the equivalent of fifty thousand in our modern currency.
"I have silver, but the fish from the Imperial Kitchen isn't tasty," Ye Zao complained.
The fish and shrimp from the Imperial Kitchen were mostly cured, rarely fresh.
"I don't like cured food," said Ye Zao.
Fourth Master gave her another glance, "Alright, have someone go out and buy some, and we'll make it for you tonight."
That was indulging her.
