บท 257: Well Known in the City 2

Jiang Residence. 

Qi Qingzhu was sitting in the courtyard outside the large kitchen room, washing the dishes. Her hands had become so cold they were almost stiff. She had lost the feeling in her fingers several times and did not react until a plate smashed onto the ground. However, the person in charge did not scold her; it was winter and the dishes would get naturally damaged like this every month. As long as the number of dishes broken in a day did not exceed five, the person-in-charge would turn a blind eye to it. 

However, just because the person in charge said nothing, that did not mean that Qi Qingzhu did not feel ashamed about it. She stuck her tongue out in embarrassment, then rubbed her hands clean and warmed them up in her arms before continuing washing the dishes. 

She continued till half-past one in the afternoon before the dishes were done.