Actually, it wasn't difficult. It was just a matter of not speaking with food in your mouth, not letting the spoon make noise against the bowl while drinking soup, not filling the bowl too full with soup, and so on—just some small details that anyone could manage with a little attention.
Her grandmother had taught her many of these rules a long time ago, and she had always followed them quite well. Madam Lu's mockery of her wasn't because her dining etiquette really had significant problems. She was just looking for an excuse to embarrass her because she disliked her.
Gu Ranmo had no interest in this kind of family dinner. She was already tired of the dishes at the Gu Guotai's side of the table, which were universally bland and aimed at promoting health. She only took a few bites before she lost her appetite.
Occasionally, she glanced at Qiao Yin seated next to her, her face partly bruised and purple, involuntarily revealing a trace of disgust in her eyes.