Maid Xiumei stood at the door resembling a wife-waiting stone, peering into the distance. Spotting Wei Ruo, she trotted over and seeing the basket of herbs on Wei Ruo's back, she said with a tone that carried both worry and a mild reproach:
"Miss, why did you run up to the mountain alone again? It's so dangerous!"
As she spoke, Xiumei had already efficiently taken the basket from Wei Ruo and transferred it onto her own back.
"Don't worry, Meimei, I didn't venture towards dangerous cliffs, really! The mountain is filled with rare herbs worth a lot of money. Not picking them would be a waste!"
"That's not the point! You aren't as sturdy as me! Even if you have to go, you should bring me along! I should utilize the martial arts skills taught by the master you hired for me!"
"If I bring you with me, who will cook for me? My tummy, my Wuzang Temple, depends on you!" Wei Ruo teased.
