Aunt Rong noticed Jovana Shaw's face turning ugly and smirked covertly, "Yes, after washing, he personally helped the Young Madam dry off, not even letting her touch the hairdryer. Every time she finishes bathing, it's the young master who dries her hair."

Uncle Zhou, standing nearby, snickered and shook his head.

Women are all chatterboxes, but Aunt Rong's mouth is truly formidable, turning black into white and white into black. I bet before long, this second Miss Shaw will leave crying without even meeting the young master.

Jovana Shaw wasn't foolish. After thinking briefly, she asked suspiciously, "If my brother-in-law cherishes my sister-in-law so much, why does he let her cook personally? When at my house, he distinctly said that cooking is the servants' job. Isn't my esteemed sister also doing servants' work?"

"Moreover..." Jovana smiled slyly, "My sister can't cook at all!"

Ha! This servant dares to deceive her!

Clearly, Mason doesn't love my sister that much. Otherwise, why would this maid need to lie and trick her?

Thinking this, Jovana sat down on the sofa, holding the thermal container in her arms, appearing determined to wait for Mason's return.

Aunt Rong wasn't flustered and instead chuckled bashfully and said, "Perhaps the Young Madam just wants to cook for the young master. Besides, the young master doesn't allow her into the kitchen. Every time she sneaks in when he's not around. Later, he couldn't stop her, so he had us servants keep an eye on her and put up a sign at the kitchen door saying 'No entry for Aurelia.'

"Speaking of the young master, he really does cherish the Young Madam," Aunt Rong said admiringly.

Not everything she says is a lie. The young master truly cares for the Young Madam. He knows she likes to kick the quilt off at night, so he gets up at two or three in the morning to cover her. He instructs us servants about her preferences — what she likes, what she can't eat, how her room should be decorated, how often to clean the bedroom — and insists the quilt must be down-filled for a comfortable sleep.

Despite her age, Aunt Rong is a savvy person.

She knows what to say, what not to say, and what kind of things to say to different people.

The best way to deal with women eyeing the young master is to let them realize the young master's deep affection for the Young Madam.

Uncle Zhou, who was listening in, got so engrossed that he forgot he was supposed to arrange someone to trim the trees in the yard. He stood there, polishing a plate for over ten minutes.

Internally, he discreetly admired Aunt Rong: What a way to handle these women!

Jovana clutched the thermal container, feeling her palms burning with pain even though the container wasn't hot. Aunt Rong's words pierced her heart like sharp arrows.

She initially felt smug about bringing soup to Mason, thinking she could disparage Aurelia in front of the servants. But who would have thought these house servants echoed Mason's sentiments!

Aurelia is the noble Young Madam, while she, the second Miss Shaw bringing soup, amounts to nothing!

Jovana's grip on the thermal container tightened, veins bulging as her knuckles turned white, and one perfectly manicured nail broke. Witnessing this, her heart bled with pain — unable to release her frustration, she bit her lip and glared ahead with eyes full of resentment.

Aunt Rong chuckled, turned, and walked into the kitchen, "Is Miss Shaw thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

Entering the kitchen, Uncle Zhou was still polishing that plate. Aunt Rong glanced at him, teasingly saying, "You're about to wipe a hole through the bottom of that plate."