An Zi only felt her hand hurting so much that she was breaking out in a sweat!
She looked at her hand again; a line of blood had already appeared on the back!
And Mrs. Yu looked at her disdainfully: "Why are you screaming? This is teaching you manners! Start over!"
An Zi felt so wronged she wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to. She could only sit down, pick up the fork, and continue putting fruits into her mouth.
However, before the fruit could reach her mouth, another ruler came down!
"Smack!"
The pain made her hand tremble, and she couldn't even hold the fork!
Mrs. Yu angrily said, "Your posture is ugly! Have you seen any young lady from a prestigious family holding a fork like that? Your fingers should be like this!"
After finishing speaking, Mrs. Yu picked up a fork, her finger posture very elegant.
This was a kind of high-class upbringing; actually, people from such high-class backgrounds could do it without needing special training.
