Remembering a recipe she saw last night in Ye Han's Book, Su Jiuyi wanted to try making it and then take it to the company for Shi Aoju.
After two hours had passed, Su Jiuyi finally completed the dish. With the employee break time approaching, she quickly took a clean insulated box from the cabinet filled with tableware and packed it up.
When she reached the hall, Quan Xin was scolding a maid who was trimming the rose branches.
"I saw you casually threw them here yesterday, with no intention of keeping them. This morning when I found them, many branches were already withered, so I had to cut them off." The maid's head hung so low it was nearly buried in her chest.
"Did you hear me ask for your explanation?" Quan Xin said unreasonably, "And when did I say I didn't want this bouquet anymore?"
This person is so unreasonable...
