Profession

"Send it home," Eucali replied.

Hesta was just about to say something when Cheng Xiaoshu stood up directly. "Are you planning to send it, or have you already sent it?"

"...I already sent it," Eucali said, startled by Cheng Xiaoshu's reaction. "What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you keep the money for yourself?!"

"I don't need it right now," Eucali replied. "I barely spend any money living here—"

"Even so, you should keep that money in your own hands!" Cheng Xiaoshu said sternly. "Your first paycheck! Why not spend it on yourself?"

"Because I don't need money right now? I already said that," Eucali said, looking at her. "And strictly speaking, this isn't even my first paycheck. Before, I—"

"What about afterward?" Cheng Xiaoshu asked. "If you become a full employee, what are you planning to do with your future paychecks? Send them all home too?"

"If I successfully become a full employee, then first, I'll stop accepting the assistance I'm receiving now," Eucali said, glancing toward Hesta. "After that, I'll keep some and save some—"

"And send the rest home, right?"

Eucali gradually realized what was going on, and Cheng Xiaoshu's interrogation began to irritate her. "...Why are you so angry? This is my salary!"

"Exactly," Hesta said, turning around. "It's her salary."

Cheng Xiaoshu shot Hesta a glare. "She shouldn't—"

Eucali stood up as well. One hand braced against the table, the other resting on her lower back, she looked just as fierce. "My money, and someone else—you—have to tell me how to spend it?"

"Oh, oh, oh—" Hesta began to get a headache. She held up a hand in a stopping gesture. "Don't fight."

"You'll regret this sooner or later—"

"I'm sending it home to my mother! Why would I regret it?!"

Cheng Xiaoshu clenched her back teeth, her