As for Fu Hee, she was the happiest person in the dining room. She was happy that her enemy Fu ChunHua got indirectly scolded by the old man, now she can eat her dinner in peace.
After they were done eating, the servants took the plates away and served them deserts.
Chun-hee was very unhappy and couldn't even enjoy the sweet deserts. And having found another opportunity to look for trouble, she eyed Fu Hee before slowly speaking up.
"Fu Hee, you really did not put father into consideration when ordering the chefs to prepare these deserts."
"What do you mean?." Fu Hee asked with a confused facial expression as she looked up to see the scorned look on her face.
Fu Chun Hee faked a worried look she spoke up. "Maybe you've forgotten, so, I will do you the honor of reminding you. Father is already so old, and he just recovered, serving him these sweet desserts, what were your plans?."
