When Lin Zhiyi returned home, Sister Zhou had already prepared the meal.
She asked somewhat surprised, "Sister Zhou, aren't you working today either?"
Sister Zhou's hand, holding the dish, paused for a moment, and she explained with her head down, "I have a lot of leave days, so my boss simply told me to take a couple more days off."
"Hmm."
Lin Zhiyi washed her hands to eat.
Just as she sat down, Sister Zhou brought over a bowl of pigeon soup, which also contained tonic Chinese herbs.
Lin Zhiyi had seen maids stewing soup at the Gong Family house, and although she didn't recognize all of them, she could identify one of the Chinese herbs worth six figures.
She fished out a flake-like substance with a spoon, "Sister Zhou, am I dying? You've even served me deer antler."