Breakfast time.
Orlenna raised her head and saw Margaret coming down from upstairs, who was slovenly dressed with her hair in a mess.
Margaret had just reached out her hand when Orlenna slapped it hard.
"Did you sleep on the bed or in the grassland last night? Why is your hair so shaggy?"
Orlenna glared at her coldly, her face full of dissatisfaction.
Her daughter was just a newly-married young woman, and why did she actually look like a tramp?
Margaret touched her hand in pain, glanced at Orlenna, and sat on the chair unhappily.
"Mom, I'm now at home, and no outsiders can see me. You don't have to be so strict."
As soon as Margaret finished speaking, she saw that Orlenna wasn't paying attention to her and immediately took a panna cotta to taste.
So nice!
Orlenna frowned, "Have you washed your hands?"
