Madam Zhou had lived for several decades and never worn such pretty and delicate flowers. Her temperament was not flamboyant either, and in the past, she didn't have the means to wear them. Moreover, after the incident she caused, she didn't dare to, fearing that both mother and daughter would be criticized by others.
Now, wearing such a bright silk flower in her hair, she felt a bit embarrassed. After all, she was no longer a young girl.
"Madam doesn't look old at all, standing next to the young lady, you look like sisters," Qiu Ye complimented again.
"It's only your sweet talk, you girl," Madam Zhou said with a playful scold and a smile.
Wufu gave Qiu Ye a faint glance, handed over the box of silk flowers to Qiu Xiang, and said, "You've all worked hard these days, and the New Year is approaching. Each of you head maids pick two flowers for yourselves, and give one to each of the younger maids to share.
