She still washed them patiently, trying not to let her anger flare too much.
Of course, none of that was the deciding factor. Most importantly, her little maid kept squatting beside her, her tiny brows knitting together whenever she failed to wash them clean.
She wanted to say something but did not dare, looking for all the world like a little overseer.
It left her no chance to slack off.
And so, after washing the entire basket of hawthorns three or four times, she had already decided how to divide them.
Ling'er would eat the biggest ones, she would eat the next biggest, and the demon would eat the smallest.
If he could wash his heart clean and turn over a new leaf, treating Ling'er a little better, she would consider giving him half of her share.
Yes, that was how it would be.
She made up her mind.
Naturally, the little maid beside her had also decided how to divide them.
Only in her plan, the Princess Consort and the Demon Venerable would eat the best ones. She would be happy enough if she could keep just one.
Oh...
Right, Little Snow could have some too.
Only her standing would be the same as Ling'er's.
Ling'er secretly made her plans, feeling very happy.
By now, the Princess Consort had finished washing all the hawthorns. Next, they heated the pan, waited for everything to melt, then tossed the hawthorns in to coat them with a thin film.
Glittering and golden, they would look lovely.
Of course, the Princess Consort could not help much with any of this. If she did it, she would only fry all the hawthorns to a char.
Still, she helped Ling'er with all the miscellaneous tasks.
That allowed Ling'er to carefully finish every step before finally