Upon learning about this beautiful cook, she was jealous, yet somewhat delighted at the misfortune.
Here she was, waiting early at the kitchen door, as it was almost lunchtime, and sure enough, she saw Ashui coming into the small kitchen.
"So you're Ashui," Qiao Xin leaned against the door, raising her chin to scrutinize the woman in an apron, whose appearance was cool and noble, with thick brows, bright eyes, and rosy lips that incited jealousy, "Oh, coming to cook while still so made-up, what's on your mind? Are you trying to surpass the Princess Consort and seduce the Prince?"
Ashui: "..."
Made-up? Is she?
This is naturally beautiful.
The jealousy was so blatant, as if she were some common trash unworthy of mention.
Ashui didn't want to cause trouble and ignored Qiao Xin, passing her to enter the kitchen, only to be blocked by the other's arm: "I'm talking to you, didn't hear?"
"I can only understand human speech, don't comprehend dog barks."
