Back at Shanyu Pavilion.
The housekeeper had already prepared dinner, which made things somewhat easier for Xiao Linye.
He had no choice. Having married a wife who couldn't cook, he either had to work harder himself or hire help.
Perhaps the housekeeper noticed that Ye Yuning had looked a bit pale when she left in the morning. So, she had specially stewed a silkie chicken soup for her!
Ye Yuning took a sip and said, "This soup tastes so good."
The housekeeper smiled and replied, "If you like it, have some more. I went to the wet market myself to buy a freshly slaughtered chicken."
Ye Yuning nodded. "Thank you, you've gone to a lot of trouble."
"No need to be polite, Madam. It's all part of my duties."
Indeed, the taste of this soup was remarkably different.
Probably because when she was with Xiao Linye before, neither of them ever went to places like a wet market. So even if they bought chicken, it was always from the supermarket—were those frozen chickens?
