"I'm sorry. I'm just too hungry," said Luosang.
Nian Junting's lips curled down with dislike as he said, "You're a woman, but you eat like a starved prisoner. Any man would be frightened by your poor table manners."
Luosang paused. She remembered that her table manners were quite alright.
Sister Lan who stood aside couldn't help but defend her, "Young Master, if Luosang's table manners are poor, we can all die."
"Who told you to speak?" shouted Nian Junting. He pulled a long face and said, "Sister Lan, do you want your year-end bonus or not?"
Sister Lan rubbed her apron and responded, "Speaking of year-end bonus, Young Master, I leave for the New Year tomorrow. My sons and daughter-in-laws are all waiting for me at home. But I'll be back the day after the Lunar New Year's day. Are you going back to the family house tomorrow?"
