Chapter 6 — Hao Mon Swap

Luc Thua Da said: "Don't wait until then and you won't even know how to serve tea." I said: “I know.” He sneered, "Does the orphanage still teach you how to serve tea?" I looked at him, "Serving tea is not difficult. The difficulty is to satisfy the person drinking the tea." Butler Chu raised his head and looked at me. Mrs. Luc also glanced at me, "Not a small tone." I don't say another word. One night before the family banquet, the etiquette teacher kept me very late. Her last name is Co, her hair is well-groomed without a single strand of tangle, and she speaks in a standard way like measuring with a ruler. "Miss Luc, when you meet the old lady tomorrow, you must first say goodbye, then offer tea. The tea cup is seven servings full, the mouth of the cup must not be pointed at you. When the elders ask questions, you must not steal the answer." I nodded. Ms. Co looked at me carrying the tea, "You learn very quickly." “I've seen it before.” "Where?" “In the book.” She put down the notebook, "Miss Lu, Miss Lam will also come tomorrow. She has followed the old lady's rules since she was young. No matter how well she does it, others will take it for granted. But you are different. You only need to make one mistake and people will pin you down." I said: “I won't be wrong.” Ms. Co looked at me for a few seconds, "Having confidence is a good thing, but being too confident will cause you to stumble." There was laughter outside the room door. Luc Thua Da pushed the door and walked in, holding a breakfast box in his hand. Lam Tri Ha followed closely behind him. “Miss Co hasn't come back yet?” Luc Thua Da said, "It's interesting, Tri Ha made some cakes for my grandmother. Please help." Lam Tri Ha opened the box. Inside were a few pieces of cinnamon flower cake, very delicate in appearance. Ms. Co nodded, "Miss Lam is very skillful." Lam Tri Ha smiled, "The old lady likes nostalgic flavors, I specifically asked the chef in the house." She looked at me, "Ning Duong, what are you preparing tomorrow?" I said: “No.” Luc Thua Da immediately raised his voice: "Are you going to go empty-handed?" Ms. Co explained, "Miss Luc has just arrived, there is no need to prepare a gift, just be polite." Lam Tri Ha sighed, "That's right, Ninh Duong just arrived, no one taught him these things." I looked at that box of cinnamon rolls. The smell of cinnamon flowers is too strong, the powder is also too smooth. The old lady of the Luc family when she was young growing up in To Thanh, she liked soft cinnamon flower cakes with rice flavor, not stuffy cakes like this. In her previous life, her younger sister, in order to please the old lady, gave her a box of cakes similar to that. The old lady only ate one piece and then told someone to move it away. That day, Lam Tri Ha smiled the happiest, saying that her sister didn't even know that the old lady avoided sweets. I said: "The old lady doesn't like to eat too sweet things." Lam Tri Ha's smile disappeared, "How do you know?" Luc Thua Da frowned, "Are you pretending to understand again?" I said, “Just guess.” Lam Tri Ha closed the lid of the box, "Ninh Duong, I know you want to show off, but don't use guesswork to deny other people's intentions." Luc Thua Da followed: "It's an eyesore that you've prepared so well." Ms. Co didn't say anything, just cleaned up the tea set. The next day, at the Luc family's old house. As soon as the car stopped, Luc Thua Da warned me. "Let's talk less later when we get inside. Don't take away Tri Ha's prominence." I said: "Does she have the distinction for me to rob?" Luc Thua Da gritted his teeth, "Luc Ninh Duong, if you don't poke me, will you die?" "No way. But you started it first." Lam Tri Ha stepped down from another car, today wearing a light-colored dress, carrying a breakfast box in her hand. She walked up to Luc Thua Da, "Stop arguing, the old lady doesn't like the juniors fighting the most." Luc Thua Da glanced at me, "Did you hear that?" I don't care about him. The living room of the old house was filled with people. The second uncle of the Luc family, the third aunt, several cousins, and the Lam family and their husband. Lady Luc led me in. “Mom, this is Ninh Duong.” The old lady sat in the chair, wearing a dark cheongsam, gray hair, and holding a rosary in her hand. She looked at me, “Come here.” I walked over, "Hello, old lady." Mrs. Luc gently reminded, "Call grandmother." I corrected myself, "Hello grandmother." Old lady T

Pick nodded, "Sit down." Lam Tri Ha immediately stepped forward, "Grandma Luc, I made some cinnamon flower cake, please try it." A smile appeared on the old lady's face, "Tri Ha is satisfied." Lam Tri Ha opened the box and held up the plate of cake. Luc Thua Da looked at me, his eyes clearly stating the sentence: Let's see how you do. The old lady picked up a piece of cake and took a tiny bite. Lam Tri Ha asked expectantly: "Grandma Luc, does it suit your taste?" The old lady put the remaining cake on the plate, "It's beautiful." Lam Tri Ha's smile became stiff. The Luc family's third aunt immediately reconciled, "It's already great for children these days to be able to do this with their own hands." Mrs. Lam also laughed in agreement, "Tri Ha studied all night." The old lady did not take a second bite. Luc Thua Da whispered to me: "Don't gloat." I said: “I don't have any.” When it was time to offer tea, the servant brought up the tea tray. Lam Tri Ha stepped forward, moving proficiently.