Bill, who was struggling with his thoughts and cursing himself for degrading to cooking for someone, felt a surge of anger when he heard that shout. He slammed the prepared noodles onto the marble countertop. "You damn woman, I'm not serving you anymore."
Still a little boy, huh, spit, you thought I wouldn't understand because I'm a foreigner, right? I've put effort into understanding this. Their language and culture are profound, where a single word could have several meanings. He found it interesting and had studied it specifically, so how could he not know it's a term for a eunuch?
When Qinghe saw that he was genuinely angry, she figured it was about time; it was already good of him to have tolerated her for so long. But at the same time, it proved one thing: Bill wasn't so bad, at least she didn't dislike him.