Lawrence Winters felt sour again, like acetic acid.
It's really nice to have money, you can boldly not "talk about money."
She said with a half-smile, "Really? But what if you want to buy something? You don't mention money, just take it and leave?"
Lawrence Winters clapped her hands and said exaggeratedly, "Oh! I get it! That's how princesses in ancient times were! They saw something on the street, took it and left, and naturally, eunuchs would pay the bill!"
Ruby Sheldon said reservedly, "It's not that exaggerated, but if I want something, my maid makes a call, they'll deliver it, I sign, and someone settles the bill at the end of the month."
Lawrence Winters gave her a thumbs-up, "Truly wealthy, I've learned something."
She spread her hands, "Miss Sheldon really lives in a honeyed world, twenty years old and still cared for by a maid, unlike us! Common folks, all rely on our own struggle; no work, no food!"
