Chapter 36
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On the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Luo Sang and Nian Xi went to the cinema together. Together with them was a man named Rong Ye, who had a gentle and mature face. He drove them away from Nian Mansion in a Passat that cost over two hundred thousand yuan.
Ten minutes after they left, Nian Junting ate a grapefruit handed to him by the steward. His handsome face darkened with dissatisfaction as he asked, "Why are the grapefruits you peeled so sour?"
"Eh … Not all grapefruits are sweet," the steward responded with sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Then why are all the grapefruits Luo Sang peels sweet?" Nian Junting looked at the steward with disdain. He thought that the steward was trying to shirk his responsibility and was too irresponsible. "And why are you so slow? Are you planting grapefruits?"
The steward wanted to cry, but failed to shed a tear. He wasn't as lucky as Luo Sang. "Young Master, I've tried my best. After all, I'm not a professional grapefruit-peeler," he responded.
"Is Luo Sang a professional?" Nian Junting snorted coldly and said, "Forget it, I'm not eating anymore. Make me a cup of tea."
Five minutes later, the tea was served. Nian Junting tasted it for a while, then said with a frown, "Your tea isn't fragrant enough. It's bitter and astringent. It tastes awful."
It wasn't as fragrant as Luo Sang's tea.
The steward even wanted to die. He graduated from a butler college, and making tea was a piece of cake for him. How could he be criticized for tasting awful?
That didn't make sense at all.
"Young Master, I used to make tea like this," said the steward.
Didn't you enjoy it back then?
"Your skills have deteriorated," Nian Junting put down the teacup in disappointment and said, "Massage my shoulders."
The steward put his hand on Nian Junting's shoulder with sweat on his forehead. In less than a minute, Nian Junting yelled angrily again, "Are you trying to kill me? My shoulders are going to break because of you. That's not even a third of Luo Sang's massage skills."
The steward's face was covered with dirt. Even Grandma Nian couldn't stand it anymore. "Alright, the steward is in charge of the house, not a professional massage worker," she said.
The butler nodded silently. That's right.
Nian Junting snorted and said, "Don't make excuses for yourself. Luo Sang is only a carer. Why is she good at making tea, peeling grapefruits, and cooking?"
After saying that, he suddenly felt that Luo Sang was quite capable. Not only could she protect herself, but she could also enter the kitchen and the living room.
After that, without Luo Sang's help, he didn't even have a good afternoon nap. After that, he got up to play mahjong, but his luck was terrible. He asked the butler to draw a tile, but the tile was even worse than his. He lost tens of thousands of yuan in one afternoon, and when he saw the butler, he wanted to tear him apart.
At six o 'clock in the evening, as soon as Luo Sang got out of the car, she saw the steward walking quickly towards her, as if she had just met her savior. "Luo Sang, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you."
Luo Sang was shocked. Was she that close to this housekeeper?
"Young Master is in a bad mood when you're not here. He's been throwing a tantrum." The butler sighed bitterly.
"When has Mr. Nian ever been in a good mood?"
Butler: "…"
It seemed to make some sense.
Luo Sang thought that the steward was used to living a comfortable life in the Nian Family, and had never suffered from Nian Junting. She smiled faintly, then turned to Rong Hua and said, "Brother Rong, thank you for your hospitality this afternoon."
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