Looking at the stovetop filled with fresh ingredients.
She was in an incredibly good mood.
In her past life, she followed her grandmother and learned to cook at a very young age.
Back then, her biggest dream was to graduate, find a job, and save enough money to open a small restaurant.
Create an elegant and poetic environment and cook for people who truly appreciate good food.
If she became famous, one day she could proudly put up a sign.
'Limited to 100 servings, first come, first served, while supplies last!'
By then, she could leisurely become a little landlady.
Earn money, drink tea, read books, and live the most poetic life.
Xia Ruqing thought, that was the pinnacle of life.
The more she thought about it, the more pleased she became, and she couldn't help but get carried away.
As a result, the meat in the pot got burnt.
"Your Grace!"
The two kitchen maids spoke in unison.
Xia Ruqing snapped back to reality.
"Ahem, sorry!"
She apologized instinctively.
