Cecilia Adler gloated as if she'd just gotten a great deal. "What took you so long?"
"..."
...
When Cecilia Adler returned to the courtyard house, Mrs. Quincy had already been appeased.
She smiled at Cecilia Adler again. "Cecilia, Ian, it's time to eat. I've already dished up your food."
"Mm," Ian Quincy replied indifferently.
Cecilia Adler thanked her.
Mrs. Quincy said, "These wontons are delicious today. The seasoning is perfect, much better than my cooking. Cecilia, I was thinking, since you don't have a job anyway, why don't you just cook for us at home? I'll give you a salary of fifty yuan a month. That way, you can save up some money."
Ian Quincy said, "You've really got this all figured out, haven't you? A perfect excuse to make Cecilia work for you. Do you realize what a paltry sum fifty yuan is?" If his wife wanted to earn money, she could make far more than that.
"I'm just trying to help you two save some money."
