“赔钱货？残废一个？”林小晚耳朵动了动，心里跟吃了苍蝇似的直翻味儿，面上却笑得跟朵蔫了的菊花似的，“妈，您嘴下积点德行不行？咱这儿是开茶坊，不是菜市场，您没带钱，茶白喝不行？”

Last night, she’d finally settled the dispute with the nagging stepmother, deliberately keeping her words mild and yielding. But she didn't expect her to rise to such heights as soon as she arrived downstairs this morning.

The stepmother, sipping tea coolly, sneered disdainfully, "White drink it? You've got a nerve! You've been corned doesn't know its worth, the cripple I brought home. What do you think our tea坊's business is?"

At this, a few maidservants nearby lowered their heads, clearly filled with disdain. Originally, they were all creatures of the stepmother. Since Lin Xiaowan had taken over, they had seen her exceptionally generous and kind, but they had never thought it would change. Now that the stepmother had publicly humiliated her, they naturally took the opportunity to express their resentment to avenge their own grievances.