Could it be like his own?
A portable pocket dimension for storage?
The only difference was that Zhao Bai's pocket dimension stored the kitchen tools he treasured, while Rita's stored all kinds of maid-exclusive equipment.
There were probably vacuum cleaners, tea sets, various kitchen knives, maid aprons, sheer black stockings...
Come to think of it, maids seemed capable of anything.
Zhao Bai vigorously shook his head, driving the strange thoughts from his mind before facing the smiling maid properly once more.
The tea was ready.
The faintly intoxicating scent of rose cordial, the sweetness of raspberries, and the alluring fragrance of grapes surged toward him like an army charging forward.
As expected of a British maid.
Even the afternoon tea she brewed had such distinctive Victorian flair.
The tea Rita had prepared was called rum fruit tea. It contained no alcohol, but after the fruit had been steamed, dried, and then steeped in boiling water, it released a marvelous aroma of liquor.
Any act of tampering with food was a desecration of it. Zhao Bai believed Rita shared his convictions.
He took a sip of the rose-red tea and asked softly.
"Miss Maid, you surely didn't keep me here just to treat me to tea. If you have any questions, go ahead and ask. I'll consider whether to answer them."
"Boss Zhao truly is a clever man."
Rita did not sit down. Instead, she stood before him with a slight bow. She seemed reserved, yet there was also a subtle hint of interrogation in her manner.
Neither too close nor too distant, appearing and vanishing by turns.
Now this was what a maid should be like.
Rita lightly brushed aside her pale golden bangs. Her wine-red eyes flickered with inscrutable interest.
She began asking, "Did Boss Zhao go out on