Mrs. Jean took Simona to the living room, brought over a plate of glutinous walnut cake, and casually put it on the tea table.
"Eat!"
In the Christ Garden, except Uncle John, the old butler, Mrs. Jean was the most senior maid and tended to the old man's every need. Old Mr. Christ had been used to her service and gave her the most liberal red envelops during the New Year and other festivals.
Simona picked up a piece of cake which was cold.
When the cake got cold, it became as hard as a rock and unpalatable.
Should she bring such a thing for her to eat?
Mrs. Jean cast her eyes down contemptuously, "Why don't you eat it? It's delicious. Eat them all."
She certainly would not look up to a silly girl.
Deep down, she felt aggrieved for Mr. Christ. Was the old man confused? How could he a
