Under Jiang Li's long eyelashes, her pitch-black eyes shone with a demonic light.
The maid was so frightened by this look that the plate in her hand fell to the ground.
Crash!
Everyone was shocked!
"You..." Jiang Li placed her elbow on the table and supported her chin. Her posture was very improper as she raised her hand and pointed at her.
Everyone's heart was in their throats.
Jiang Li's cold voice was heard. "The dishes are too salty. Go and get me a cup of tea."
The maid felt as if she had just woken up from a dream and heaved a sigh of relief. However, when she thought of being ordered around in front of the public, she straightened her neck and said.
"The tea is made by a low-level maid. I, a high-level maid, am only responsible for delivering food."
Jiang Li smiled. "So there are low-level and high-level maids in delivering tea and food."
