The kitchen had been preparing tofu banquets for several consecutive days. Jin Qianqian had contributed tofu recipe after tofu recipe, and now she was getting quite sick of eating it.
"Actually, this tofu is quite delicious," Liu Qingmei said, cautiously trying to persuade her when she saw Jin Qianqian put down her chopsticks again. "How about I ask the kitchen to prepare a new table of dishes?"
Jin Qianqian waved her hand. "No need. I just don't have a good appetite."
"Madam, I think you should still invite a doctor to take a look," Duan Yufang reminded softly, taking a small step forward after a moment of thought.
"It's just a minor issue, so there's no need to bother a doctor," Jin Qianqian replied. "Clear the dishes away first. When I'm hungry, I'll have the kitchen send something over."
"Madam, why don't you let this servant check your pulse first?" Duan Yufang carefully observed Jin Qianqian's complexion, but she still wasn't entirely certain.
