Snowflake porcelain?
A moment ago, Xu Dongsheng's spoon almost knocked over the translucent vase in the center of the table.
The vase's clear exterior was etched with snowflake patterns of various sizes and shapes.
Wen Nan's gaze involuntarily drifted to the dining room entrance, to the two tall vases on either side, and to the two candlesticks on the fireplace.
It seemed that in this villa, any vessel with snowflake patterns carved on the outside mustn't be broken.
If broken, it would anger the housekeeper.
But what are the consequences of angering her? Being kicked out of the villa?
Just as Wen Nan was pondering, he heard Jiang Xueying whispering in Xu Dongsheng's ear, "Did you hear clearly?"
The tone had a bit of the flavor of Wen Nan's old school teacher.
Wen Nan thought to himself that indeed, she was a skilled manager, warm like the spring breeze when she smiled, yet as cold as winter when she warned, her face changing expressions faster than flipping a book.
