Zhou Xueli had a full meal, burped contently, and looked somewhat sheepishly at the gentle-faced woman opposite him.
"Sister, I've made a fool of myself." Zhou Xueli said awkwardly.
Madam Zhou spoke kindly, "As long as it suited your taste, that's good."
The maids cleared away the food and served tea, then they tactfully withdrew, leaving an air of silence.
"Sister, you've really changed a lot, this grandeur, it's almost beyond my recognition!" Zhou Xueli broke the silence.
Madam Zhou glanced at her own hand, aware of her significant transformation. Not to mention anything else, just her hands—they no longer did rough work and were nourished with fine fragrant cream, vastly fairer and tenderer than before.
Moreover, her complexion was better, and the supplements she regularly consumed certainly weren't wasted—she was indeed well cared for.
"All thanks to Wufu's blessings," said Madam Zhou. "These good days for us mother and daughter are all her doing."
