"Are you acting big in front of your apprentice?" Xuanxuan also chimed in.
"You don't understand. In ancient times, the master was like an elder to the apprentice. Apprentices had to be very respectful, greeting and bowing to the master, then serving tea. I've already simplified everything." Song Xiaodong joked.
"That was the old society; what era are we in now? Your old rules don't work anymore! You think Bingbing would serve tea to you on her knees? Dream on!" Chu Xianling rolled her eyes at Song Xiaodong.
"Master, I offer you a cup of tea!" Lu Yaobing brought over the tea passed to her by Song Xiaoru and approached Song Xiaodong.
"That's more like it!" Song Xiaodong put down his crossed legs and stood up from the sofa to take the hot water from Lu Yaobing.
"Slap!" Miao Qingqing slapped Song Xiaodong's hand.
"Don't be shameless; that's from sister for Bingbing. You dare to reach out?"
"Hey, what's with you, hitting without a word?" Song Xiaodong said to Miao Qingqing.
