Yu Lisha stood there, her slender fingers tightly gripping the apron on her body. The porridge she made early in the morning ended up being belittled by the old lady.
Upon hearing Wang Yazhi say that the porridge was made by Yu Lisha, MDM Ruan revealed an expression of understanding, “I say, the Ruan family has hired the chefs in charge of the kitchen for many years, but we have never made something so disgusting. I almost fainted after eating that mouthful just now. I thought someone was trying to assassinate me...” Mdm Ruan curled her lips and waved at the maid who was guarding by the side, “Aiya, I can’t eat these things. Push me back to my room. I feel uncomfortable even when I smell it. I’ve lived for a century, don’t kill me over this.”. “Go and tell the chef to get me some breakfast that I like to eat and send it to my room.”
After MDM Ruan was pushed back to her room by the maid, the few people left in the dining room stared at each other.