"I'll say it again, I went to fish, not to feed the fish. Even if you are my wife, I won't allow you to insult my ability or my character with such strong language. After all, I am a Fourth Rank Libationer and also work part-time as a Fifth Rank Scholar. If you keep slandering me by saying I go out to feed the fish, then I just...!"
The old scholar was furious, he slammed the table and stood up, shouting:
"Would it make you happy if I knelt before you?!"
The old scholar, dripping with sweat, looked at the bill in the woman's hand in front of him, his teeth starting to play a symphony.
The woman standing in front of him had a calm expression, and her countenance, still elegant, carried a chill only an acquaintance could detect. She looked at the old scholar and slowly began to speak, her tone as biting as a cold wind.
