Seeing Ni Bingyan come over to invite him to dinner, the old master craftsman was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly.
"Oh! I couldn't possibly! You've paid me more than enough, and the property management told us in advance that meals weren't included! I've just got a little bit left to finish up. I'll be done soon and can go home to eat."
Wealthy families had a lot of rules. Who knew if the owner would look down on a worker?
To avoid trouble, the villa's housekeeper in charge of these arrangements had already given them a heads-up.
The old master was advanced in years and had seen a lot. He knew it was better to avoid making waves, so he had agreed.
If he really had to sit and eat with the big boss, he wouldn't be able to enjoy his food anyway!
"Master craftsman, what are you saying? Since ancient times, when a craftsman comes to do work, how could the host not provide a meal when it's time to eat? If you say that, it means my father didn't raise me right."
