It took Zhao Qingya just over three days to knit a dark red sweater for Han Zheng, which she herself found to be extremely beautiful and luxurious.
That evening, upon hearing Han Zheng returning to the main courtyard, she excitedly packed the sweater into a pretty cloth bag and took it over.
She thought Han Zheng had already gone back to his room, but little did she know that he was in the living room with Meng Chuyue, Han Muyang, and Shen Ci.
They were all talking and laughing joyously.
As soon as she entered, Meng Chuyue cheerfully asked her, "Aunt Zhao, what do you think of the sweaters I knitted for my dad and brother Muyang? Which one looks better, haha, they both say theirs is nicer."
Zhao Qingya inwardly cursed her luck, then raised her eyes to look at the sweaters on Han Zheng and Han Muyang... mainly at the sweater Han Zheng was wearing, and then she really felt terrible.
The peacock blue sweater on Han Zheng was truly too pretty, both the color and the knitting were especially high-class.
It made her own creation look like it was rolling in the dust.
She was just secretly glad that the sweater she made was in the cloth bag.
If it were just in her hands, it would undoubtedly be embarrassing.
She managed a forced smile and gently said, "They both look nice, Chuyue is so capable."
Meng Chuyue chuckled and turned her head to take a closer look at the scars on Zhao Qingya’s face, then spoke kindly, "Hmm, the scars on your face have significantly faded. Continue taking care of it, and aim to become a stunning beauty who gets compliments from everyone in two months’ time."
Zhao Qingya’s previously agitated heart settled down because of Meng Chuyue’s words.
She shouldn’t be too anxious.
Her appearance hadn’t fully recovered yet, and parading in front of Han Zheng might scare him off. It might be better to stay steady for the time being and improve herself in all other areas.
So when Han Zheng came over and asked her, "Did you come for something or just to hang out?"
She smiled and replied, "I’d like to learn to cook, can you find someone to teach me?"
She had thought it over; she wasn’t lacking money and didn’t need to find a job.
She just needed to elevate herself.
And if she wanted to live with Han Zheng in the future, learning to cook was a necessity.
Otherwise, she and Han Zheng couldn’t always rely on Meng Chuyue for meals, could they?
Han Zheng nodded in agreement, "You’re thinking in the right direction, I’ll arrange it for you tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you for the trouble," she said.
After saying that, she complimented Meng Chuyue’s knitting skills a few more times, then left with a smile.
Once she was far away, Meng Chuyue asked Han Zheng, "How do you plan to arrange it? Are you going to find a professional chef or send her to the Medicinal Food Hall?"
Han Zheng smiled faintly, "Send her to the Medicinal Food Hall, she’ll start by learning the most basic medicinal diets, anyway."
Meng Chuyue gave him a thumbs-up and laughed, saying, "Haha, I wonder if Zhao Sulan will have a breakdown when she sees her."
Sooner or later, Zhao Sulan would discover Zhao Qingya; that was inevitable.
But if Zhao Qingya went to Medicinal Food Hall to learn cooking...
Zhao Sulan would not only meet Zhao Qingya soon but also might misunderstand...
Meng Chuyue somewhat anticipated what kind of sparks could fly between these two cousins then.
Meng Chuyue’s speculation wasn’t wrong.
Moreover, the timing for Zhao Sulan and Zhao Qingya was particularly poor.
The next day, which was Zhao Qingya’s first time going to Medicinal Food Hall to learn cooking, Zhao Sulan saw her.
It being her first time, Zhao Qingya went there in Han Zheng’s car.
Han Zheng had already planned that he would accompany her this one time only; later, she would have to figure it out herself. If she made a fuss, he would rent her a house near Medicinal Food Hall.
At that time, Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci were also in the car.
If it had only been Han Zheng and Zhao Qingya in the car, it might have been slightly better.
But Meng Chuyue actually seemed to be accepting of Zhao Qingya, and Zhao Sulan felt a deep sense of betrayal, which was too much for her to bear.