Cui Zhi was first startled, then overjoyed, repeatedly kowtowing: "Thank you, Commandery Princess."
The other four followed suit, kowtowing in gratitude.
The days of hard labor were truly unbearable. Now with a three-year deadline, there's hope.
Jiang Shaohua then went to the kitchen. The dozen or so women there had each gained a bit of weight and looked rosy. It's apparent the kitchen is indeed the most nourishing place.
There's more heartening news.
A thirty-year-old plump cook, blushing, stepped forward: "I have a matter to report to the Commandery Princess."
This plump cook was also a trusted aide of Prince Nanyang. He had been large and slow since childhood, not suitable for martial arts, and at ten, he apprenticed to a chef, learning excellent culinary skills. At sixteen, he joined the Personal Guard Camp as a cook, gradually growing even larger over the years.
Jiang Shaohua looked over with a smile: "What is it?"
