Shen Qinglan shook her head slightly, "It's not your fault, no need to feel sorry."
She looked up at the sky. At this moment, the sun was just slightly moving west, and the sunlight was still bright.
"Miss Shen, why don't you be the chef tonight?" Xuan Ying took a bite of an apple and said unclearly, "You cook deliciously!"
"Miss Shen can also cook?"
Du Bingxue stared at Shen Qinglan's slender, fair, and smooth hands without a callus, and couldn't imagine that she could cook.
Shen Qinglan nodded, "I can, but I'm not an expert."
"That's already great!" Du Bingxue laughed, "I'm even worse. Over the years outside, I either eat dry food or dine at small restaurants."
An old woman walked over, speaking respectfully, "This old servant is the steward's wife here. If the young ladies need anything, this old servant will have someone fetch it."
"No need, elder," Shen Qinglan said, "The vegetable patch isn't far, we can pick them ourselves."
