The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

"Sixth Miss, you must remember this! You can't bite these soft persimmons with your teeth like you usually do, that would be such a waste!"

The correct way to eat it is to gently lick it, feeling its soft texture and sweet taste. Then slowly suck it in, letting the golden juice flow down your tongue and into your throat.

"Oh my, the taste is simply divine! Every bite is like savoring heavenly nectar, utterly intoxicating. I'm sure if you eat it the way I've described, you'll fall in love with this unique texture and sweet flavor!" Granny Zhou looked at Yin Zijing and couldn't help but laugh.

As Zhou Mama watched in disbelief, she saw Yin Zijin's slender, jade-white fingers reaching out. Startled, her face instantly turned extremely serious, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Hand!" This sudden shout was like a thunderclap that exploded in the room.

Startled by the roar, Yin Zijing trembled violently like a frightened deer. In her panic, she didn't care about anything else and knelt down on the bed with a thud.

His delicate, weak body slumped limply against the pink backrest like a flower swaying in the wind. His body was already extremely weak, and the relentless whipping had exacerbated the pain and itching at his wounds, a sensation akin to a thousand ants biting him, causing him unbearable suffering and extreme discomfort.

Seeing this, Ah Tian quickly stepped forward and carefully reached out his hands to gently help Yin Zijing up. Yin Zijing's delicate and slender hands, as white as lotus roots, rested on Ah Tian's arm to support her swaying body.

He tilted his head back slightly, his pale face looking even more pitiful from the pain. He parted his lips slightly and said in a weak voice, "The whip marks on my body hurt terribly. Could you let me rest for a little while..." As he spoke, his chest heaved, and he gasped for breath, as if each breath required all his strength.

Granny Zhou stared intently ahead with a stern face and sharp eyes, inspiring awe in all who beheld her. However, she seemed to realize that her overly serious demeanor might frighten people, so she quickly took a deep breath and adopted a kind and gentle expression, speaking softly, "Alright, my dear girl, you should rest here for a while."

Seeing Yin Zijin obediently lie down to rest, Granny Zhou tiptoed to the side, but did not stop talking. She lowered her voice, as if imparting some unknown secret, and continued, "Miss, serving men is a very important skill! It's just like how we eat persimmons every day."

You'd better keep your teeth and claws hidden; don't show off your sharpness. After all, most men prefer gentle and considerate women. Think about it, if you bite into a persimmon directly, doesn't it taste much worse?

Only by gently sucking on it, or slowly licking it with your tongue, can you truly savor the sweetness of the persimmon. So, you must treat men with the same tenderness. Do you understand what this old servant is saying, young lady?

You all have quite a knack for tasting persimmons! I wonder if you, young lady, can appreciate it? (Honey, I'm asking you all too!)