"Young Madam, your Bird's Nest is ready. The temperature is just right, so you can eat it now."
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found herself sitting in a pavilion in the front courtyard of a villa. Beside her was a short-haired woman in a maid's uniform, with a curvaceous figure and striking features.
At that moment, she bent slightly and carefully placed a steaming bowl of Bird's Nest on the rattan table in front of Su Qiao.
"Eat what?"
Just as Su Qiao was about to speak, a voice full of disdain came from outside the pavilion.
She turned her head.
A middle-aged woman dressed in a beautiful modified velvet Cheongsam with a white knitted cardigan over it was slowly walking up the steps to the pavilion.
The woman wore exquisite makeup. The dazzling jade earrings and bracelet on her ears and wrist were obviously worth a fortune at a glance.
Unfortunately, the woman's acrid, mean expression ruined the overall beauty.
"All you know is eating, eating, and eating. All day long, you're like some sick beauty who can't do anything and is completely useless, yet you still have to eat good food and wear nice clothes, as if you're some Bodhisattva being worshiped. Do you really think you're some rich young lady?"
"Some people simply have no self-awareness. With a body even weaker than Lin Daiyu's, they can't do anything—not even give birth to a child—and yet they have the nerve to keep freeloading here."
"A barren hen has the nerve to eat such good things. Aren't you afraid of shortening your life?"
After Madam Cheng entered the pavilion, she did not forget to mock that woman without the slightest self-awareness—Su Qiao.
Every sentence was more vicious and unpleasant than the last. She did not care in the