Returning to the kitchen, she placed the plate on the counter. The housekeeper immediately came over and harshly reprimanded her for not serving bread to Song Zhike earlier.
"Although Young Master Song is a guest, he is also a friend of our Young Master Jue. Treating Young Master Jue's friends should be the same as treating Young Master Jue himself, do you understand?" The housekeeper pushed up her thick glasses, pointing rudely at Su Jiuyi's nose as she lectured.
Su Jiuyi quickly nodded.
"You just arrived yesterday and might not understand everything. Let me reiterate, in our line of work, we must absolutely obey our masters' demands!" She then glanced at the other maids, "We earn money from these young masters, so even if they ask to sleep with us, we must swiftly strip off our clothes, understand!"
This metaphor was overly crude and simplistic.
Su Jiuyi stared at the housekeeper in horror, while the other maids casually echoed loudly, "Understood!"
What the hell...
