My husband is a garment worker and I usually prepare lunch and his apprentice would come and get it. Another lunch time, the apprentice came, I opened the door and said, “You came so untimely, come in, apprentice, there is a serving plate on the table, put your food on it and fill your stomach.” When the apprentice saw me in my bathrobe, he looked me up and down like this. He went into the kitchen, and as I was going to my room, he shouted, “Sister, where is the ladle?” “It’s in the large drawer downstairs,” I said. “I can’t find it,” he called me. In the meantime, I had taken off the towel on my head and was about to take off my bathrobe when I said, “Okay, okay, I’m coming,” and went into the kitchen. “It’s in that drawer,” I said, leaning forward. Of course, when I leaned over, the bathrobe was pulled down to my lower hips. Right at that moment, the apprentice said, “I’m sorry sister, but I can’t take it anymore.” Go to another page to read the rest