The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

After these two days, Quan Man has gradually adapted to life in the mansion of the General Manager.

In the restaurant, Quan Man and Quan father and mother are having lunch together.

On the super long rectangular table, Quan Man sat on the master seat, and Quan father and mother sat on her left and right sides.

The service staff stood by and served the three in an orderly manner.

The restaurant is very quiet, the sunlight is gently shining in through the row of windows, and a layer of light is hung on the white tablecloth.

Flowers, candlesticks, and respectful servants, isn't this the life of a celebrity that I dream of?

Quan Man enjoyed this kind of living treatment very much, and gradually became immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

Suddenly, with a bang, it interrupted Quan Man's good mood, who was enjoying a good lunch.

She narrowed her eyebrows slightly to see that it was her adoptive father who had dropped a fork.

"This...I don't know how to use a fork..." Quan Fu was about to lean over to pick up the fork that fell on the ground, but was stopped by Quan Man's dissatisfaction.

"Don't pick it up." Quan Man's voice was dissatisfied, and then he looked at the service staff standing aside, "Have you not seen my adoptive father's fork dropped? Why don't you pick it up? Do you want my adoptive father to pick it up? ?"

The service staff heard that, one of them hurried over, knelt down and picked up the fork that Quan Father had dropped on the ground.

Subsequently, another service staff replaced Quan Fu with a new one.

"Thank you." Father Quan thanked him a little embarrassingly. He felt that he was ashamed.

As a result, this gratitude was once again met with dissatisfaction from Quan Man, "Why do you want to thank? Picking up things is what they should do!"

Lay down?

The expressions of several service staff present changed slightly, and their hearts became displeased.

They are not subordinates, but staff members employed by the meeting house. Their job is to serve the daily life of the general manager.

Even the general manager has never treated them as subordinates.

Quan Man glanced at the service staff coldly, and said to Quan father and mother, "I am the first daughter in the empire, and you are the first daughter in the empire. How honorable is your status? So, don't do those who lose their status. Things. Picking things up, naturally there are those who do it. Also, in the future, you have to get used to what you want to do, you can instruct them, don’t feel embarrassed, that’s what they should do! People are to serve their masters well!"

It's a servant again!

The service staff present were depressed, but the other party was President's daughter, and they could only endure it temporarily.

When can't bear it anymore, they can only leave.

However, it is not easy to be able to work in the club. Who would give up such a good job easily?

Whether it is the reluctance to give up a good job or their own professionalism, they are not allowed to express any dissatisfaction and complaints against Quan Man, the number one daughter.

Therefore, they can only endure.

Quan Man saw that the service staff were listening quietly, without any dissatisfaction, and his expression was slightly slowed, but the words on his lips were still not so pleasant, "It seems that I have to talk to Secretary Zhu and let him Arrange professional people and give you a good training. Otherwise, you don't know how to serve people, what is the rules and etiquette. When I was in Jiangcheng, I was a teacher of etiquette, so you can't fool me at all."