Hong Ye looked as though she hated iron for not becoming steel.
The maids and nannies bowed their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
Seeing Hong Ye act like this, Gu Jinghui found it a bit amusing.
This personal maid of his young wife had truly mastered the art of borrowing the tiger's prestige.
He stopped walking, standing outside the crowd to watch what they were doing.
Hong Ye continued, "Hong Mian, you say it—let's see if you remember correctly this time."
A clever little maid answered and stepped forward, picking up the herbs from the mat, and began to recite, stumbling a bit in her speech.
Gu Jinghui grew anxious listening to her.
It took quite a while for her to finish.
Hong Ye nodded.
Next came the following person.
If anyone made a mistake, Hong Ye would immediately call a halt and correct them.
One after another repeated the procedure, and Gu Jinghui took note of it as well.
