Cen Gaosong sat in the master's seat, and a maidservant immediately served him tea.
Zhang Guihong sat in the seat of honor to his right. "This household truly has no sense of propriety. Why is tea only served to the Master? Am I, the Madam, to be overlooked?
Master, you tell me, have these servants gotten so out of line that they bully their masters? They don't even show me, the mistress of this house, the slightest respect."
Cen Gaosong was holding his teacup, only noticing the oversight after Zhang Guihong pointed it out. He turned and glared at the steward. "What is the meaning of this?"
Zhang Guihong said with a cold expression, "What else could it be? From the moment I entered this estate, these servants have shown my daughter and me no respect.
Our luggage and our maids are still waiting in the rear courtyard. What is the meaning of this? The Madam of the house has arrived, and there isn't even a courtyard prepared for her?"
