Daisy Ginger gave her a strange look, then opened the door and walked out, coldly scolding the servants, "Is it that when I'm not home, you're too lazy to even cook? I spend so much money a month to hire you, not so you can lay around and rest in my house!"
The servants couldn't help but voice their grievances.
A chubby-faced maid said aggrievedly, "Miss, we did cook for Miss Emily. But Miss Emily didn't want to open the door, and we can't... force her to open it, can we?"
Another servant chimed in, "Exactly. Miss, yesterday Mrs. Leighton went to bathe Miss Emily and got scratched hard on the arm by her; there are still five finger marks!"
"..." Is Emily Ginger really so fierce at home?
Daisy frowned, glancing at the group of complaining servants. They were so incompetent, unable to handle such minor issues, yet they came to whine to her.
