Being a Salted Fish

"Did I ask you to sit down?" Old Madam Qin sounded very displeased.

"Didn't you ask me not to stand?" Lin Shuya was very confused.

Asking her not to stand there, in other words, asking her to sit down?

"You still dare to refute?" Old Madam Qin glared at Lin Shuya unkindly.

Lin Shuya: "..."

She lowered her head. "Mom, I'm sorry."

Old Madam Qin was such an unreasonable person, and Lin Shuya was already used to it.

Old Madam Qin ordered impatiently, "Hai'er should be back by now. Go and cook."

"I'm going to cook?" Lin Shuya pointed at herself in surprise.

"Do you want me to go alone?"

Lin Shuya hurriedly explained, "No, Mom. Aren't there servants here? You know that the servants cook all the food at home."

"Men are tired from work. When they come home at night, isn't it just to have a bite of the hot food cooked by their wives? You asked the maid to cook, could it be that the maid is Qin Hai's wife?"