Eugene, Dali, and Lifenya stood on the left side of the dining table, while Yan and Youlan stood on the right. The others had breakfast in the side building. As for Snow, Leng Youlan had sent her to take care of Luisan in the side building.
Leng Youlan adjusted her large black-framed glasses and said calmly, “Everyone sit down and eat. I don’t like eating alone.” Seeing no movement, she continued, “I order you to sit down for breakfast!” Her calm tone carried an undeniable authority.
“Yes.” “Yes,” Youlan and Yan were the first to sit.
Leng Youlan looked at the three women on the left, “Future sisters-in-law, are you satisfied with your culinary skills from yesterday?”
“Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied!”
Leng Youlan bypassed the eager Eugene and asked the other two, “And you?”
Dali began to sweat, remembering the black, unappetizing food she had eaten. But fearing she would ruin her impression, she suppressed her nausea and said, “Satisfied.”
“I’m not satisfied,” Lifenya’s words sparked a playful glint in Leng Youlan’s eyes.
“Why?”
“Learning to cook isn’t something that happens overnight. It was my first time cooking, so it’s normal not to be satisfied,” Lifenya said composedly.
Leng Youlan felt even more favorable towards Lifenya, wondering what talents she might possess. Though thinking this, her face remained expressionless.
Leng Youlan calmly announced the result of the conversation, “Since Eugene and Dali are so satisfied with their skills, from now on, you’ll be responsible for three meals, with full kitchen access. Just remember to clean up afterwards.”
Ignoring the pale faces of the two women, she continued, “Lifenya, future sister-in-law, you’ll have meals with me. Once you’re satisfied with your cooking skills, you’ll enjoy the same treatment as the other two.”
Youlan and Yan couldn’t hold back their laughter. Their mistress was truly impressive, seemingly giving special treatment while actually tormenting them.
Lifenya Lite was curious about this woman who claimed to be the villa’s mistress’s sister. She felt this woman seemed to know something about her.
The summer sun was intense, with a 45-degree temperature that could be described as scorching. Not a breeze stirred, and the oppressive heat continuously invaded one’s nerves. Just walking a few steps caused sweat to flow.
