"What, what do you mean by saying this?"
Gu Yunxi's question was too sensitive. Wan Yuyao never imagined that she, a rank-second Imperial Noble Concubine, would be questioned in public by a small female slave of the palace. With an angry expression on her pretty face, she was in panic.
Gu Yunxi pursed her lips lightly, sneered secretly, and said with her head down.
"Your Grace, please forgive me. I was just curious and attracted by the fragrance of this tonic soup."
"I am the small kitchen's governor of Chuxiu Palace. I imprudently ask Your Grace for the cooking recipe of this soup, which I would like to study."
"How dare you! Who do you think you are! That's just the most common black chicken soup. Don't you know how to stew chicken soup when you work in the small kitchen_"
Concubin
