Chapter 4 - Isn’t That Breakfast Too Good for a Carer? (2/2)

Nian Junting’s face darkened severely as he responded with, “Sister Lan, if I am stingy, how could you have become so chubby? I remember that you were skinny when you first came, and now you’re like a ball. One ball is enough for this house, I don’t want two b.a.l.l.s.”

Sister Lan’s chubby face dropped immediately, as if ten-thousand arrows had pierced through her heart.

“If she doesn’t find the food good enough, then she can make her own. You’re here to work for me, not to cook for a carer,” said Nian Junting. He then added, “From this day on, she’ll have only cabbage and tofu for dinner and lunch.”

Sister Lan knitted her brows into a frown.

Luosang put down her chopsticks, shook her head, and said to Sister Lan, “Sister Lan, it’s alright. Let’s just do what Mr. Nian says.” Cabbage and tofu was better than nothing. Back when she first came to Xia City, she survived on steam buns and pickles.

Sister Lan sighed helplessly.

…

After breakfast, Steward Wu walked in while coughing and said, “Young Master, I don’t feel well today. I think I have a fever. May I take a leave to go to the hospital?”

Recalling what Luosang said yesterday, Nian Junting frowned, lowered his head, and responded, “Go. When will you be back?”

“I’ll be back as soon as possible if there’s nothing serious,” said Steward Wu.

After Steward Wu left, Nian Junting turned back to look at Luosang, who was eyeing him with her lips pressed together.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a faint smile, as if she was telling him—’See, I didn’t lie; Steward Wu really is feeling unwell’.

Nian Junting curled his lips downwards and said, “Now you’ve got a perfect excuse to take advantage of me.”

Luosang was again speechless.

[1]Xiaolongbao: A type of Chinese steamed bun (baozi)

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