Ou Lan felt ashamed once again, eating a shrimp had to be such a grand ceremony; indeed, she could not teach Zhan Xiaotuo that kind of noble demeanor.
Isn't it tiresome to eat like that?
Jing Nianhui had been the Madam of the House for decades, where everything had to follow strict rules, etiquette, and style, so table manners were a big deal to her. Enjoying the food was not the most important aspect; maintaining a noble posture was.
To the casual Ou Lan, what Nianhui called 'etiquette and nobility' seemed like just putting on airs.
Whether those putting on airs feel tired, she didn't know, but to her, they looked exhausting.
And this significant issue, in the eyes of Zhan Moxiao, was surprisingly not a problem at all. He chuckled lightly, "Mom, don't push all the responsibilities onto Lanlan. Eating with a sense of ceremony, this kind of nobility, I don't have it myself. Putting on such airs feels exhausting to me, so I don't demand Xiao Tuo to do the same."
