Chapter 1270 The Life of a Wealthy Wife
Hearing Cecilia's response, Azalea immediately exploded, her voice sharp. "You washed your underwear with Daryl's?"
"Mom, is there a problem?" Cecilia and Daryl were married, they were intimate every day, so washing their underwear together seemed perfectly normal to her.
"How can a woman's underwear be washed with a man's? Women's underwear is dirty, impure, and it brings bad luck to men, don't you know that?" Azalea exclaimed.
Cecilia was stunned by this!
Although she knew that many older people were a bit superstitious, she had never heard of something so absurd.
"Mom, is that really a thing? I've never heard of it," Cecilia said with a forced smile.
Azalea was adamant. "Go upstairs right now and throw away Daryl's underwear!"
Cecilia hesitated for a moment but then silently turned and went upstairs.
It was just a piece of underwear, not worth defying Azalea over, but Cecilia felt very uncomfortable, as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest.
As she walked away, Azalea added, "From now on, your clothes and Daryl's clothes must not be washed together. Remember that!"
Cecilia could only respond softly, "Yes, Mom."
After throwing away the underwear, Cecilia took a moment to calm herself before heading back downstairs.
Azalea was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Mom, do you need anything else?" Cecilia glanced at the large grandfather clock. It was already eleven o'clock, and lunch would be served at twelve. She hoped she could rest for a bit.
But Azalea, without looking up, said, "Go to the kitchen and supervise the cooks."
Cecilia was taken aback. "Supervise them cooking?"
The Fields family was truly wealthy. They had maids, laundry workers, cooks, drivers, gardeners, security guards, and a butler—about ten servants in total to take care of their daily needs. Cecilia didn't understand why she needed to supervise the cooks.
Azalea looked up and, seeing Cecilia still standing there, took off her reading glasses and said sternly, "The butler used to supervise the cooking, but she's getting old. Now that you're part of the Fields family, these tasks are yours. Our cooks are top-notch, but someone needs to oversee the preferences, tastes, and ingredient choices for each family member. Your father can't eat oily or salty food, I like sweet but not greasy dishes, and Daryl and Elijah have their own preferences when they're home. You need to pay attention to all this. Also, make sure the dishes are cleaned properly. We can't use anything unsanitary."
"Understood, Mom." Cecilia nodded and headed to the kitchen.
Standing in the kitchen, watching the cooks at work, Cecilia felt exhausted. Marrying into a wealthy family was proving to be more tiring than a full-time job.
Finally, lunchtime arrived, and Cecilia, having done so much physical work, was starving.
But sitting at the dining table, watching Isaac and Azalea eat slowly and speak little, Cecilia felt the atmosphere was very oppressive.
After the meal, as per Azalea's instructions, Cecilia had to oversee the servants cleaning up and washing the dishes.
The beautiful porcelain dishes were said to be valuable artworks, each piece worth a fortune, and they had to be handled with great care. Breaking one would be a disaster!
After ensuring the servants had cleaned and put away the dishes, Cecilia stretched and looked at the warm sunlight outside, thinking, 'Finally, I can take a good nap!'
As she walked out of the dining room, she saw Azalea still sitting on the couch, this time snacking on sunflower seeds and watching TV.
"Mom, I..." Cecilia began, intending to ask if she could go rest.
But Azalea interrupted, "Sit down."
Cecilia frowned slightly but sat down, sensing that Azalea had something to say.
Sure enough, Azalea continued, "In a family like ours, daughters-in-law and daughters need to learn refined skills like tea ceremony, flower arranging, and mixology. Have you learned any of these?"
Cecilia quickly replied, "I know a bit about tea ceremony and flower arranging."
Azalea frowned. "A bit isn't enough. In our family, you need to be proficient to avoid embarrassing yourself in front of others."
Cecilia lowered her head, unsure of Azalea's intentions.
Azalea then said, "Our butler, Finn, is very skilled in these areas. Since you have no other plans this afternoon, let her teach you properly."
Azalea called for Finn, and Cecilia couldn't help but frown inwardly, thinking, 'Looks like I won't be getting that nap.'
Finn brought over a tea ceremony table and began teaching Cecilia. Cecilia had some basic knowledge, but Finn's teachings were much more advanced and detailed, requiring Cecilia's full attention.
The entire afternoon was spent with Finn instructing Cecilia in the art of tea ceremony, demonstrating each step.
Cecilia was exhausted but had to endure it.
Meanwhile, Azalea lounged on the couch, occasionally sipping tea that Finn brought her.
As evening approached, Finn finally ended the lesson.
Azalea sat up and said, "Cecilia, come massage my shoulders. I've been lying down all afternoon, and I'm sore."
Cecilia quickly went over to massage Azalea's shoulders, stifling yawns.
After about half an hour, Azalea nodded. "Good, your pressure is just right. Finn's hands are too heavy, always making me uncomfortable. Now that you're here, you can do this every day at this time."
"Yes, Mom," Cecilia replied.
Azalea then said, "Alright, it's getting late. Go to the kitchen and supervise the cooks. Daryl will be home soon."
"Yes, Mom," Cecilia nodded and went to the kitchen.
At six-thirty, Cecilia led the servants in bringing the steaming dishes to the dining table.
Isaac and Azalea were already seated.
"Mr. Daryl Fields is home!" Finn announced as Daryl walked into the dining room.
"Dinner's ready?" Daryl glanced at the sumptuous spread and smiled.
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