Mr. Wei still had a good impression of Xin Lan.
The beautiful and gentle young wife, so considerate and obedient to him, was naturally liked by him from the bottom of his heart.
Mr. Wei had always believed that Xin Lan was sensible and managed household affairs well.
But he didn't expect to hear negative comments about Xin Lan from Old Madam.
Old Madam snorted, "Do you know what your wife has done? She ordered some kind of recipe for the kitchen, making them cook according to it every day, so that all the masters in the house eat the same big-pot rice. If anyone doesn't like it, they have to use their own silver to buy what they like outside, or give a tip to the cook to make something they like. It's really short-sightedness, I don't know where she learned this from. Maybe she saw some big households doing this, but she hasn't considered that those families who set such rules must have a lot of people in their homes, while how many people are there in our household?"
