He Ping'an scrambled up excitedly, but probably because the floor tiles were too slippery, she lost her footing and lunged forward.
With a loud thud, she startled her future colleagues.
Wu, the Food Administrator, quickly helped her up and asked with concern, "Where did you fall, miss?"
He Ping'an shook her head with a smile, still dizzy. She stood up with Wu's help, then bowed respectfully and said with a smile, "Esteemed Food Administrator, I am He Ping'an. Thank you for your care. From now on, under the same roof, please feel free to command me."
Wu had been in Prince Jin's Mansion for over twenty years, old enough to be her mother. Seeing that she had made such delicacies and didn't cry out in pain even after falling, she couldn't help but smile. "We are colleagues. What 'commanding'? Fair warning: if your cooking is no good, I will scold you."
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