Not long after Bai Ruanruan entered the kitchen, the main hall erupted in chaos.
“Wow, a miracle! These two women are actually turning against each other and fighting.”
“The young mistress actually won’t let Su Mengshu into the estate? Has she finally come to her senses?”
Lin Da’s eyes darkened. Turning against each other? This was clearly their new scheme.
“Get her out of here first.”
“Yes.”
After instructing the servants, Lin Da rushed into the kitchen.
Inside, the chefs were huddled together in a corner, trembling.
“Bai Ruanruan, what are you doing in the kitchen again?”
“Steward Lin, I couldn’t stop the young mistress from cooking.”
One of the chefs looked up, revealing two black eyes—clearly Bai Ruanruan’s handiwork.
“……”
“Sigh, my poor young master. He just woke up, and now he’s going to suffer the young mistress’s torment again.”
Every time this woman entered the kitchen, something disastrous was bound to happen.
“Bai Ruanruan, get out of here.” Lin Da gestured for several people to step forward.
He was already prepared to have Bai Ruanruan carried out.
Their young master had just woken up. He absolutely, absolutely could not eat anything she made.
“I’ll leave after I finish making the soup, okay?” Bai Ruanruan picked up a nearby coconut. With her back to everyone, she gave it a gentle squeeze…
Squish—
It was completely crushed…
At that moment, Lin Da stiffened, and the servants froze in place.
Could they even say no?
“Hmm? Is that okay?” Picking up a spatula, Bai Ruanruan tilted her head and said, “Why is this handle so long?”
With that, she snapped the spatula in half with a “crack,” leaving only the head.
What the hell??
Everyone in the kitchen stared wide-eyed.
The spatula was made of iron!
Next, she picked up a spoon. Still with her back to everyone, she stood in front of the soup pot, lightly toying with the large iron spoon.
“Clang—”
The spoon’s head fell off.
“???”
An eerie silence filled the air, broken only by the bubbling sound of the soup in the pot.
“Bai Ruanruan!” Lin Da’s lips trembled, whether from anger or fear.
Bai Ruanruan turned around, looking rather embarrassed. “The kitchenware at home is old. It’s time to replace it.”
Replace it, my foot.
This was a brand-new set of kitchenware.
“Get her out of here, now.” Lin Da ordered the people behind him cautiously.
This woman had become strange. Ever since she woke up, everything she did was abnormal.
Where there’s abnormality, there’s a witch.
“Yes.”
“Just give me half an hour, and I’ll leave. I won’t poison anything, and I’ll never harm your young master again.”
“Bai Ruanruan, even a ghost wouldn’t believe you. Half an hour? Ha! Get her out!”
The servants stepped forward, intending to throw Bai Ruanruan out of the kitchen.
Bai Ruanruan silently curled her fingers. They were convinced she was up to no good, no matter what she said.
And even when she explained, they didn’t believe her.
Tsk, there was nothing she could do about it.
“Bang—”
“Ah—”
Suddenly, chaos erupted in the kitchen—pots and pans flew, punches and kicks were thrown, and Lin Da and the others cried out in pain.
Half an hour later, Bai Ruanruan calmly walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of soup.
“Bai Ruanruan, just you wait. I’ll make sure the young master sees your wicked side, you witch, you witch!”
From inside the kitchen, angry cries of pain echoed far and wide.
Bai Ruanruan, holding the soup, paused in her movements. She turned to glance at the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. Then, she placed the soup on the nearby flower stand, reached up to tousle her hair into a mess, and squeezed the small cut on her finger that she had just made.
The knife hadn’t broken the skin earlier, but with this squeeze, a tiny drop of blood emerged.
After completing this series of actions, Bai Ruanruan picked up the soup and went upstairs as if nothing had happened.