Diane Taylor quickly took her clothes out of the closet and placed them on the chair, inviting her employer to take a seat.
The latter couldn't help but chuckle. "What do you take me for?"
Although Diane Taylor was a girl, she was well-educated and naturally understood what he meant.
Her mom had wanted to make tea for him, but she had refused, afraid that it would upset his stomach. She had even used her own clothes to pad the stool, afraid that it would dirty his clothes.
Diane Taylor and her mom had gone to such great lengths.
Finn Taylor turned to the older woman. "Auntie, don't mind her. You can just make tea with whatever tea leaves you have. Please do make more if you can. I'm sure those men outside are thirsty too."
