"De'an isn't grown up yet, and Xiang'er has no interest in that sort of thing. Otherwise, it would be nice to set them up together."
Chen Wanqing was by the stove, frying meatballs and pork ribs.
When she suddenly heard Mrs. Zhao's words, her hand shook in surprise. The pork rib she had just fished out fell back into the hot oil with a SPLASH.
The oil spattered, nearly splashing onto Chen Wanqing's face.
Quick-witted, she blocked it with her sleeve in the nick of time. The oil droplets landed on her sleeve, soiling her clothes, but at least her face was unharmed.
Mrs. Zhao and the cook were quite frightened when they saw this.
The two of them pushed her out. "The work in the kitchen isn't heavy. We can handle it. You should go rest. Go blend your perfumes or read your books—go do your own thing. If you really got a scar on your face, you'd regret it forever."
The family's cook was the same one they had bought back in Qingshui County.
