At six o'clock in the evening, Michelle let her out on time and repeatedly told her to go to the kitchen to help because there were distinguished guests at home that night.
Huang Qiao put on an apron and started to help cut vegetables in the kitchen. She accidentally cut her hand with a kitchen knife and blood flowed down.
The cook Yu Ma immediately exclaimed: "Mrs. Madam, are you okay? You go and rest first, I will do it myself."
Yu Ma feels quite sorry for this young lady. She is only twenty-two years old and she has to live a life of dependence on others, just like a servant.
"No, Mom, let me help you." Huang Qiao put her finger in her mouth, sucked it, and then continued to chop vegetables.
Michelle walked over and looked at the radish in Huang Qiao's hand: "Oh my god, why is there blood?"
"My hand was accidentally injured and fell on it." Huang Qiao reported truthfully.
Michelle Lipton said angrily: "Why can't you do this little thing well? If the guests see bloody radishes, how can they eat?"
"I understand, I will check carefully." Huang Qiao said in a low voice.
Michelle glared at her and turned to leave. Yu's mother immediately found gauze: "Young madam, please wrap your hands first. If it gets infected, it will be in trouble."
"Thank you, Mama Yu." Huang Qiao looked at the gauze on her fingers and was very moved. Mama Yu was the first person in the Xiang family who was kind to her.
"Hurry up and serve the food, the guests are already here." Michelle's voice came, and Huang Qiaoyu's mother and the maid Sally immediately walked out with the prepared dishes.
There were more than twenty dishes. Huang Qiao thought how many people had come. After leaving, she saw clearly that there were only three people on the table, an old witch, Xiang Zichen, and a young woman.
Huang Qiao felt like she had seen this woman before somewhere. When she thought about it carefully, she suddenly remembered that she should be the daughter of the chairman of Zhaodong Group and the current general manager of Zhaodong Group, Zhai Yuting.
"Madam, the dishes are ready." Michelle said carefully.
Mother Xiang nodded and said to Zhai Yuting with satisfaction: "Yuting, it's all what you like to eat. Eat more today."
"Thank you, auntie, I will definitely eat more." Zhai Yuting smiled politely.
At this time, the servant could go down, and Huang Qiao was about to go down with her. Suddenly, she was stopped by the old witch: "Huang Qiao, you stay."
Huang Qiao stopped and stood between Xiang Zichen and Xiang's mother...
"Go, give me a bowl of soup." The old witch raised the empty bowl in her hand.
Huang Qiao felt very uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything. She took the porcelain bowl and started to walk to the middle of the table to serve the old witch soup.
Zhai Yuting looked at Huang Qiao and suddenly remembered something, and said, "She...isn't she Zi Chen's wife?"
"Yes, you have met before." Xiang Zichen said with a smile.
"What about her...?" Zhai Yuting hesitated, expressing surprise.
"This is how the daughter-in-laws of our Xiang family are like this. They must learn to serve their mother-in-law and husband." The old witch looked at Huang Qiao with contempt and said.
"Mom, this is your soup." Huang Qiao handed over the soup bowl.
"Go and serve a bowl for Yu Ting." The old lady ordered again.
Huang Qiao hesitated for a moment, bit her lip lightly and walked towards Zhai Yuting.
"No... no need, I can do it by myself." Zhai Yuting was obviously not used to it, so she stood up by herself.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Xiang Zichen suddenly noticed that Huang Qiao's fingers were wrapped with gauze.
"No...it's okay." Huang Qiao put her hands behind her back, not wanting to be discovered, otherwise the old witch would find out and blame her.
But Xiang Zichen insisted on taking her hand and took off the gauze. He saw that the wound was relatively deep and was the mark of a knife cut.
"Mom, Qiaoqiao is injured. I'll go and bandage her first, and you guys eat first." Xiang Zichen stood up and pulled Huang Qiao upstairs.
Mother Xiang said solemnly: "Just let the housekeeper do it. You stay with Yuting."
"No, you stay with Yuting first, or I will do it." Xiang Zichen refused his mother's request for the first time.
"Let me go, I'm fine, I don't want you to meddle in other people's business." After going upstairs, Huang Qiao uneasily broke away from Xiang Zichen's hand.
"You are resisting, don't talk about me###you." Xiang Zichen looked at Huang Qiao with a smirk.
"You...you are shameless." Huang Qiao immediately blushed and lowered her head.
"Why are you blushing? Could it be that you...want it?" Xiang Zichen deliberately teased Huang Qiao.