Li Zhi didn't mind these things. Supported slightly by the assistant housekeeper, she gave a contemptuous smile and gracefully walked down the stairs.
Behind her, the assistant housekeeper nodded politely towards the less-than-pleased Third Young Madam.
Standing still.
Their eyes met. Qiu Zhixuan glanced at Li Zhi, gave a slight smile, and said, "Sister-in-law is down? Hungry? Would you like some food?"
Li Zhi slightly curled her lips, glanced at the well-colored porridge made by Qiu Zhixuan, and sat down on the European-style gilded leather stool opposite her.
She said, "No need, I'm not hungry, but I didn't expect my third sister-in-law to have this skill."
Both were of socialite status. Even if their perspectives sometimes differed and the topics they discussed were not always aligned, they maintained the necessary elegance in conversation.
