Jiang Xiaoxiao was busy in the kitchen.
Wu Fei was helping on the side, picking vegetables.
Zhao Jinmei wanted to lend a hand but was chased back inside by Jiang Xiaoxiao.
She didn't want to be accused of making a pregnant woman work.
Wu Fei glanced at Jiang Xiaoxiao, surprised to find that Jiang Xiaoxiao, who seemed so delicate, was actually very quick and efficient in the kitchen.
It really shocked her.
She had thought Jiang Xiaoxiao was like her, at least seemed like someone like her.
Fashionably dressed, frail, and very pretty.
Such a girl didn't seem like the household type.
But the fact was, she was different from her.
Wu Fei felt a pang of jealousy inside.
She couldn't figure out why Song Moting liked Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Surely her beauty was one reason. Men always say nice things, but how many don't like beautiful women?
She didn't have any romantic interest in Song Moting; she just thought he was too good to Jiang Xiaoxiao.
