A maid is a type of profession whose main job is to take care of household chores for employers. The name of the pen is different from www.biquge.info time to era, but the basic nature of the work is the same.

As a qualified liberal arts student, Tang Meng knew the nature of maids, in ancient China, in fact, maids were a kind of slaves, but they were relatively free. As a modern person, Tang Meng always felt that such a system was somewhat unreasonable. Including Liz and Cecia, isn't it too unfair to call themselves masters. After all, he can easily affect their bodies, minds, and even lives. So Tang Meng wanted to ask Ya some questions.

"Your name is Ya, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mr. Donald. ”

"Can I ask some questions?"

Ya was stunned, this adventurer seemed to be a little too active, but as long as it was not a matter of privacy, he should be able to answer him. So Ya nodded.

"How long have you been a maid, and what is the reason?" Tang Meng asked slowly, observing her expression.

"How long has it been, I think I've been trying to be a good maid, I've been training, and I've been working hard to become a good maid. As for the reason...... Ya said this, he suddenly stopped and glanced at Tang Meng.

Tang Meng felt that there seemed to be something in those eyes, something he didn't know.

"The reason is naturally because of duty. Guarding and helping our master is the goal of our servants. Ya said meaningfully, and then asked, as if casually, "Mr. Donald, you don't look down on servants like us, do you?"

Tang Meng knew that he had been misunderstood, but it was indeed a bit abrupt to ask such a question, so he quickly waved his hand.

"No, not really. It's just ......" Tang Meng pondered his language, "Uh, my good friend is also a servant." I don't know what a servant's duty is. What I want to ask is, doesn't the servant feel that he has lived for others all his life after giving everything for his master?"

Hearing this, Ya slightly understood some of Tang Meng's thoughts, after all, in the eyes of others, servant is a lowly profession with a low status, and can only survive under the protection of the master. Even the servants of high-ranking personnel are just better status.

"Mr. Donald, I solemnly say here that it is our duty to give everything we have for the sake of our master, but it is also our honor. Ya said calmly, her eyes still firm.

"Honor, you can sacrifice everything for your master, it's too tragic?" Tang Meng suddenly slapped the table, his voice raised a few degrees, and suddenly he found that he was a little out of shape and coughed a few times.

"I hear it. Ya said with a solemn face, and tidied up her maid outfit.

"No, I didn't ......" Tang Meng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ya.

I know what Mr. Donald is trying to say, you don't look down on us, and you think too much about our profession. But I want to say that we give everything to our masters, just as monks give their lives to the gods, and they call themselves servants of God, but they are revered by the world. Is it considered that we just serve our own masters? Actually, I prefer to be a devotee, and the master is the whole of my life, and the servant is just a title, nothing more.

Ya said slowly, Tang Meng fell into deep thought when he heard it, maybe everyone has his thoughts, everyone has the happiness he wants. Maybe they've always been too self-righteous, or maybe the happiness they want is just to be by their side.

"Thank you, thank you very much. I can sort of understand it. Tang Meng said sincerely.

"Hehe, Mr. Donald, you're an interesting person to ask such a question, and no one has ever asked me such a question. Ya covered her mouth and laughed, which made Tang Meng a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the waiter just opened the door and rushed in, bringing a series of exquisite dishes and pastries, all of which were neatly dressed and beautiful waitresses.

Tang Meng looked at so much food, and suddenly felt that it was a bit too wasteful, and was about to say something to stop it.

"Uncle, are you going to stop this feast? Uncle, this is what people ordered to thank you, and you really don't care about other people's meetings in this way. Little Oak hurriedly called.

"Uh, is that so?" said Tang Meng in confusion.

"Anyway, if you can't finish eating, you can pack it. Little Oak said mischievously.

"Why don't you come out to eat? are you so afraid of this maid?" Tang Meng asked suspiciously.

"Uncle, this maid is actually ......," Little Oak said.

"Mr. Donald, what are you thinking, the food is not to your liking?" said Ya, shaking her hand in front of Tang Meng's eyes.

Tang Meng quickly came back to his senses and met Ya's eyes.

"Oh, it's okay, just thinking about what you just said. Tang Meng hurriedly found an excuse and said.

Ya looked at this man with a very complicated expression, as if he felt that he was thinking differently from everyone else, maybe his face was a Donglu person, was that the reason? Ya shook her head.

Tang Meng felt that this would be suspected, so he quickly set up the silver knives and forks and prepared to eat. During the time he came to the Gobris Continent, Tang Meng was also used to using knives and forks, although he felt that chopsticks were convenient.

"But I've only done you a small favor, so there's no need to order so much. Tang Meng said solemnly.

"But Mr. Donald doesn't know how much I am afraid of rats, and I am so scared that I can't walk when I see them. This is also a shadow of my childhood. Ya said embarrassedly, after all, the maid who was the master was still afraid of rats.

"Uh, it's fine. Everyone has something to fear, and that's all too normal. Tang Meng said, and then began to cut the steak in front of him laboriously.

"But what are you afraid of, Mr. Donald?" asked Ya softly, as if casually.

Tang Meng thought for a while and slowly replied, "Probably because I'm afraid that the person who loves me will leave me." ”

Ya couldn't help laughing, this sentence seemed a bit narcissistic, but if it wasn't narcissism, it was a story, right?

"So, back to the question I have just asked, I think you seem to be suspicious and prejudiced about the work of our servants, and are you interested in being my master's subordinate? Ya asked with a smile.

"What do you mean, let me be a guard?" Tang Meng asked puzzled.

"No, no, no, my master is guarded by masters, you don't need it, I'm talking about doing chores. I don't know if you're interested?" Ya sincerely extended an invitation.

Tang Meng couldn't help but think, should he agree?

(To be continued.) )