Baili Xia ate her meal while listening to the conversation between Feng Gang and the maid, her heart full of worry.
She hadn't noticed before that the old master was eating less lately. With just the two of them having a meal today, she realized it.
The thought of the old master's health deteriorating made her even more concerned.
After Baili Xia finished breakfast, she called the maid over.
"Miss Xiaxia, is there something you need from me?" the maid asked respectfully.
"I'll make the old master's lunch today. He likes Chef Wang's cooking, and I can create similar flavors."
The maid was taken aback. It was the first time the mistress would be cooking in the house.
In her understanding, it seemed no master could make food that tasted good.
Not to mention making it taste as good as Chef Wang's.
Furthermore, if Housekeeper Feng were to find out, he might punish the kitchen staff, and she didn't have the courage for that.
Thinking it over, she was about to refuse.
