The Little Maid

"Miss, breakfast is on the table for you. Nate said you don't need to wait for him."

I went downstairs with a yawn and heard the maid Bex I saw last night .

Although I was not used to it, I was able to respond gracefully.

I yawned once again.

I'm still so sleepy now, it's all because of this man!

He is clearly wanting to maintain his incomplete personality, but also wants to show the majesty of a man?

Pooh!

I walked around the foyer and went to the restaurant.

There was exquisite tableware on the huge long table, but there was only a bowl of egg soup on a chair next to it.

"??"

I looked left and right, but Bex wasn't around at the moment, so I could only sit down resignedly, and picked up the bowl of soup that I didn't even want to .

Is it popular to eat like this now? Am I outdated?

How sumptuous the dinner with Nate Archibald last night was, how shabby this morning's breakfast was.

"Hey..." I sighed, but resignedly took up the bowl of soup and took a big gulp.

Before I could swallow it, my stomach cramped.

"vomit!!"

Wow.

Bex came out of nowhere, " What's wrong with you? Isn't it a little unpalatable?"

"Bah bah bah!"

I spit saliva in a row, but the sour taste in my mouth could not dissipate for a long time.

Holding the remaining half bowl of soup, I asked, "What do you use for this egg drop soup? Do you have a toilet cleaner?"

"How can you say that, ma'am? This is a practice in my hometown. The soup is made of sweet and sour with soda noodles added to make it thicker. Even an old lady once praised it! If you don't like it, I won't do that to you next time."

I looked at what Bex said was justified, and the expression on my face was as if I had wronged her, and I was a little uncertain for a while.

"Forget it, I didn't eat breakfast. You should clean it up."

I was a little depressed and threw the bowl on the table.

It was a pity that I vomited on the white tablecloth.

"Yes, ma'am, then you can go upstairs."

"Ok."

I encountered this kind of thing in the morning. It was hard for me to laugh. I was about to go upstairs, but my mouth was sour and astringent, and my stomach was still empty.

As soon as I stepped up a few stairs, I turned back and went to the kitchen to find something myself, even if it was a fried egg.

"Hahahaha! Bex, you're too good! I adore you so much!! The look on the woman's face just made me laugh to death! !"

Not waiting for me to enter the kitchen, I heard a very harsh woman's laughter at the door.

I stopped subconsciously and listened carefully.

"Haha! You will all learn a little bit!"

Bex patted the apron on his body very proudly, "Although, in the eyes of these high-society people, we are like ants and seem to be inferior to them, without us, what would they eat? if he wants to pick my fault, he will be hungry!"

"Yes, Bex is right!"

Some people agree, others feel a little inappropriate, "But is this good? This new lady doesn't know what kind of temperament it is. If she speaks ill of us to the young master, it would be bad..."

Bex glanced at the little maid.

"What are you afraid of? I've heard all about this woman, but she's just a prisoner who has just been released! You didn't see it before, she was still wearing that prison uniform when she came back! It's so funny!"