Yuan Cheng's brow slightly furrowed.
Such a good girl...
He turned to find Madam Yuan and instructed the maid to immediately go to the kitchen to help out.
"What's the matter with you?" Madam Yuan asked, puzzled.
"If that were your own daughter, would you bear to see her among a group of grown men, brandishing a heavy iron ladle?" Yuan Cheng said coldly.
This made Madam Yuan pause.
She truly hadn't thought of that, but the girl wasn't her own daughter. If it were her daughter, she would naturally make plans for her and never allow her to be so exposed...
Seeing his wife's expression, Yuan Cheng knew her thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
He knew his wife's temperament all too well; some things were better left unsaid, to avoid damaging the marital relationship.
But actually, Xie Zhinuan hadn't thought about these things at all. She continuously directed the chefs in cooking, busy at work.
