"If you've come to say these things, I won't see you out," Qiao Xia said. The few people sat in the living room as if they owned the place, while she stood like a guest, just as she had in the ancestral home.
"Is this how you treat guests, Grandma comes, and you don't even prepare a cup of tea? Do you know how cold it is outside? Not drinking a cup of hot tea, do you want me to catch a cold?" Grandma Qiao scolded sharply.
Qiao Xia smiled faintly, "I see you're quite healthy, and your voice is strong. What's a little wind and snow? It couldn't possibly make you catch a cold."
She made a sarcastic remark, but still went to brew a pot of tea.
Mother Qiao had said that proper manners must not be lacking; she couldn't let others find fault with her upbringing, as it would reflect poorly on Mother Qiao.
After brewing a pot of tea and serving them a plate of cookies, she did everything that was considered polite, so nobody could say she lacked manners now.
