It is to assist people who cannot take care of themselves
Si Meng had just thought of picking up the suitcase when she saw the maid beside her dragging it away faster. Si Meng fell into contemplation, and indeed, choosing this suitcase in the first place was a mistake.
The butler gave a few instructions and then brought Si Meng to the guest room on the right side of Lin Hanyue’s room, saying, “You will be responsible for the young miss’s three meals in the future, and you must be at her beck and call…”
Si Meng couldn’t help muttering, “With so many maids, she still can’t get enough of them; she really has a princess complex.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure stood behind the door, and a chilly voice floated from behind, “It seems you have quite an opinion of me? Uncle Wang, find her an etiquette teacher to learn some manners.”
Si Meng gritted her teeth; after all these years, this woman was still full of flaws.
Si Meng dozed off while listening to the etiquette teacher explaining how to please wealthy women. She thoroughly realized that when under someone else’s roof, she had to lower her head and cater to the rich lady, sounding like a baby in her arms.
At exactly six o’clock, the butler came upstairs to wake Si Meng up, repeatedly reminding her: their young miss had a weak stomach and must eat on time, avoiding spicy food and focusing on a light diet.
Si Meng took the recipe and gained a rough understanding of Lin Hanyue’s taste. Weak stomach? She began to think about what ingredients would be good for digestion.
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Although Butler Wang didn’t understand why their young miss liked this “meal-faced” pretty girl, according to the records, Si Meng was an international top-tier S-class nutritionist, and even many celebrities sought her cooking. Every dish was considered priceless.
Si Meng went downstairs and saw Lin Hanyue watching the news like a lady boss, not even bothering to give her a glance when she came down. Si Meng was indignant, thinking, “This is the true nature of your goddess. There’s no such thing as a noble, cold, glamorous, and capable elder sister persona.”
Si Meng picked out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and the maids in the kitchen pointed and gestured, seemingly reluctant to let her work in the kitchen.
Since Si Meng set foot in the Lin’s mansion, it was rumored throughout the household that she was the young miss’s lover. They saw her fair and tender face and assumed she only knew how to perform in bed. As a result, this fair-faced girl didn’t know her place and made the young miss angry the moment she arrived. Let’s see how they would deal with her.
Si Meng wanted to grab a knife, but a maid nearby snatched it before her. She wanted to wash the vegetables, but another maid stood there for half an hour without moving. Si Meng was speechless; these petty tricks were not even worth her attention when she was in the entertainment circle.
Si Meng focused on peeling the Chinese yam. Dietary therapy was the best treatment method. She remembered how she had cured several severe insomniac and depressive patients abroad with dietary therapy. She didn’t want her arch-rival to fall because of stomach problems before she rose to fame.
Si Meng ignored them; she hated it when people disturbed her cooking. She coldly said, “Get out of the way. Are you going to take responsibility if your young miss’s meal gets delayed because of you?”
Some of the timid ones quickly made way for Si Meng, but some of the older ones weren’t intimidated and instead tried to grab Si Meng’s ingredients. One of them said, “Look at your tender skin. What can you do? Just hurry up and make my young miss happy.”
Si Meng avoided their dirty hands reaching out and interfering with the ingredients she had painstakingly prepared. If the dish wasn’t cooked well, it wouldn’t nourish the stomach but instead hinder digestion.
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Si Meng paid no attention to the grumbling aunties, feeling triumphant. “It’s your young miss who asked me to do this. If you’re not satisfied, go tell her,” she said, continuing to quicken her movements, cutting the Chinese yam into pieces and then seasoning it with her secret recipe.
One of the maids gestured to them, but Si Meng paid no mind, fully immersed in the joy of cooking, imagining the pleased expressions people would have after tasting her food.
Suddenly, one of the maids bumped into Si Meng’s right arm. Si Meng tried to reach out to steady her, but she felt a sharp pain in her left hand. Somehow, the knives from the knife rack had fallen in unison, and one of the small knives had cut Si Meng’s finger. Si Meng winced, ready to confront them aggressively, but at that moment, Lin Hanyue, who had been watching TV, rushed in.
Lin Hanyue furrowed her brows, clearly startled by the commotion in the kitchen, and asked, “What are you all doing?”
Si Meng held her injured hand, tears welling up in her eyes, her tears falling like a kite’s string snapping. The maids by her side were also taken aback by her sudden transformation, even though they had just been ready to confront her moments ago.
Lin Hanyue clearly didn’t expect such a strong reaction from Si Meng. She had initially wanted these servants to give her a hard time and make her yield, but it seemed…
With a quavering voice, Si Meng said, “Hanyue, it hurts, they bullied me.”
Lin Hanyue usually disliked crying and whining, but when Si Meng started to tear up, it unexpectedly gave her a sense of satisfaction.
Not knowing how to comfort her, Lin Hanyue reached out and gently patted Si Meng’s head, saying, “Good girl, give me your hand. Let me see where you’re hurt.” Si Meng obediently offered her hand. It was the first time she had seen this gentle side of Lin Hanyue. When they were together, it was usually Si Meng doting on Lin Hanyue, who acted like a spoiled little princess.
Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, and not having any knowledge in this area, Lin Hanyue decided to take action and simply used her mouth to hold Si Meng’s injured finger. Si Meng felt like she had been struck by lightning but managed to hold back her goosebumps, saying, “That, just put a band-aid on it; saliva can cause infection…”
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Before Si Meng could finish, she noticed that Lin Hanyue’s face had suddenly changed, as if she had been amused by her words.
Lin Hanyue walked up to the maids and sternly said, “She belongs to me. How dare you bully her? Confess now, or I’ll consider this as an intentional injury.”
Quickly, the two maids knelt before Lin Hanyue, begging for forgiveness. Both of them were subsequently dismissed. From that point on, no one dared to underestimate Si Meng. Instead, some of the younger maids began to ship “Mengyue” enthusiastically.
Si Meng took the box of band-aids that Lin Hanyue had tossed to her. She didn’t understand why Lin Hanyue suddenly got angry, so she felt puzzled and retreated into the kitchen to cook.
