Chapter 207: Cooking for Husband

The morning light filtered through the high, arched windows of the provincial palace's grand kitchens, casting long, golden columns across the pristine white marble floors. The air was already thick with the scent of burning charcoal and the faint, sweet aroma of boiling lotus roots.

Bai Qingyue sat in her wheelchair at the center of the bustling room. Around her, a dozen high-ranking palace servants and chefs moved with frantic, nervous precision, terrified of displeasing the wife of the man who had just turned the Central Continent upside down.

"Lady Bai, please, allow me to handle the garlic," a head chef practically begged, bowing so low his tall hat nearly brushed the floor. "Your hands are far too delicate for such mundane labor."