Beef doesn't make you fat, and she loves eating beef.
"Nanny Zhao." Rong Qingqing propped her head up, sitting there with slumped shoulders, "Your cooking skills are absolutely amazing!"
She took a sip filled with a rich meaty flavor, yet couldn't spot even a sliver of meat.
"I've perfected these culinary skills over decades." Nanny Zhao was a bit pleased with the compliment,
"Before I started working at Shen Manor, back when I was young, I was making a living by running a beef noodle stall on the street. Everyone who ate my beef noodles praised them."
Inside, Rong Qingqing felt like crying, but she remained strong.
Children who don't eat meat don't cry.
Nanny Zhao didn't notice what Rong Qingqing was thinking and sat down beside her to chat.
The topic was about changing household staff.
"The staff at Shen Manor are recruited by people specifically responsible for it at Shen Manor, but we can't trust the people they bring in.
