Chapter 36 - You Weren’t Here, so Young Master’s been in a Bad Mood the Whole Time (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At the first day of the lunar year, Luosang went to the cinema with Nian Xi. They were accompanied by a man named Rong Ye, who looked gentle and mature. He picked Luosang and Nian Xi up from the family house of Nian Family with a Pa.s.sat, which was worth about two-hundred thousands yuan.

Ten minutes after they left, Nian Junting tasted the grapefruit handed to him by the steward, then his handsome face darkened in dissatisfaction. “Why is the grapefruit peeled by you so sour?” He asked.

Sweat trickled down the steward’s face as he responded, “That… Not all grapefruits are sweet.”

“Then why all the grapefruits peeled by Luosang were sweet?” Said Nian Junting scornfully. He believed that the steward was trying to pa.s.s the buck, and was very irresponsible. “And you’re so slow. Are you planting grapefruit?”

The steward wanted to cry but failed to shed any tears. Every grapefruit picked by Luosang was sweet, but he didn’t have the luck. “Young Master, I’ve tried my best. I’m not a professional grapefruit-peeler after all.” He said.

“But Luosang isn’t one either, is she?” Nian Junting snorted coldly and said, “Forget it, I don’t want grapefruit anymore. Go make me some a cup of tea.”

Five minutes later, the steward served the tea to him. He took a few sips, then knitted his brows again and said, “Your tea doesn’t have the refres.h.i.+ng scent, and taste full of dry bitterness. It’s awful.”

Not like Luosang’s tea, the steward’s tea didn’t have the nice fragrance which would linger for a long time.

The steward even wanted to die. He graduated from a butler academy, and making tea was a piece of cake for him. However, Nian Junting just criticized his tea for its awful taste.

That didn’t make sense.

“Young Master, I made tea like that before,” said the steward.

‘Didn’t you enjoy my tea at that time?’ He thought.

“Your skill has fallen off,” Nian Junting put down his teacup with disappointment and said, “Ma.s.sage my shoulders.”

The steward put his hands on Nian Junting’s shoulder as the sweat broke out on his forehead. But in less than one minute, Nian Junting’s angry voice could be heard again.