**
"Let that whatever-you-call-her young mistress come back and cook for me,"
"Our young master couldn't bear to let the young mistress cook, so if you want to eat, cook for yourself or go out to eat,"
Mrs. Zhang was very firm in her protection of Mai Xiaomai.
"My, turning a maid into a madam, aren't we? With her rough skin and all, what's there to feel sorry about having her do work? If you ask me, we should fire you and have her do all the housework."
"Fortunately, you're not part of this family, or we'd never have peace."
Mrs. Zhang was so angered by her remarks that she didn't bother arguing any longer and left the house.
After finishing breakfast, the aunt casually threw her bowl into the sink, checked the fridge, closed it, then went upstairs to find clothes in Mai Xiaomai's wardrobe, only to discover the door was locked.
"Oh, treating me like a thief now, are we? Such pettiness really doesn't show much class."
The aunt snickered at this.
