She sat down quite contentedly.
The servants brought over the food, unsure whether the young master would eat, but Bai Qingzhu kept giving her meaningful glances, suggesting that refusal wasn't an option.
The rice, at least, was steamed quite nicely.
Xiao Lijin's complexion finally seemed to improve a lot.
"Thank you!"
After receiving the bowl of rice passed to her, she politely said thanks.
"Hurry up and eat, you're lucky, this is only the second time I've cooked in my life."
Xiao Lijin broke into a cold sweat!
"May I ask, when was the last time you cooked?" What he meant was, is your kitchen still intact?
Bai Qingzhu thought hard, "The last time was two years ago."
That day, Anqi was ill and couldn't manage to cook, and she didn't want to eat the foreign stuff, so she took it upon herself to try cooking.
Indeed, it had been quite a gruesome sight, and no matter how bad Anqi felt, she never let her lift a finger again.
