Chapter 50
Mu Yulu used all her strength when she lifted the plate.
A deafening cracking sound erupted from inside the room. Sizzling oil and soup splattered across the table, dripping down the table legs and spreading a large oil stain on the gleaming floor.
The waiters who followed closely behind Mu Yulu witnessed this horrifying scene.
Before they even entered the house, they knelt down, kowtowing and crawling inside, pleading, "Your Highness, spare us! Your Highness, spare us!"
The smile in Mu Qinhan's eyes hadn't even faded when Mu Yulu overturned the whole table of dishes.
One of the dishes had some red oil splattered onto his sleeve, quickly spreading into several dark stains.
He stared at Mu Yulu hesitantly for a long while before slowly putting down his chopsticks; his movements were so slow that they made one's heart clench.
The people at the No. 1 Restaurant under Heaven were terrified, kowtowing repeatedly, their foreheads slamming against the floor with a thud.
One of them mustered his courage and explained, "Please forgive him, Your Highness, but he seems to have lost his mind today. He certainly didn't mean to offend Your Highness. He's usually quite normal..."
Mu Yulu sneered: "I'm not crazy. I deliberately overturned the plate. Let me tell you, I'd rather feed these dishes to the dogs than let you eat them."
After Mu Yulu finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.
It's over.
It's completely over.
The men lowered their heads even further, their bodies trembling more violently than sieves. In those few silent seconds, they even decided where they would be buried.
But Mu Yulu completed her short life in her previous life in those few seconds.
That life was ridiculed, despised, and trampled upon; that life was resolutely abandoned by so-called relatives; that life was hated by everyone because of loving someone.
She walked against the flow of time in her memories, recalling her initial intention when she first stepped into the kitchen. At first, she just wanted to stay by his side and hoped that these dishes could bring a smile to his face.
But he threw all the dishes she had carefully prepared out to feed the dogs.
She felt like he had thrown her into an abyss, like vegetables thrown to be fed to dogs, only slightly fresh and steaming when they were first cooked.
After that, there was only endless chilling cold.
Having been given a second chance at life, she will not forgive him.
At this moment, her anger outweighed her fear, and her voice even carried a ruthless determination to die together with him: "I am of lowly status, and the dishes I make are filthy. How can Your Highness eat them?"
When Mu Yulu overturned the dishes, Mu Qinhan was puzzled, but after hearing her say those words, a surge of anger rose in his heart.
He stared intently at Mu Yulu without even frowning, but the oppressive feeling in his eyes almost froze the air.
After staring at Mu Yulu for a long time, he suddenly asked softly, "Is it because I once threw the food you cooked to feed the dogs?"
His voice was not loud, and his tone was flat, carrying only a hint of speculation. However, such a plain question struck Mu Yulu's heart like a boulder hitting a pond, creating a huge splash.
She stared at him with a look of suspicion.
What did he mean by what he just said?
Could it be that he was also reborn and remembered his past life?
She dismissed the idea as soon as it crossed her mind.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world, that just anyone could be reborn so easily?
That leaves only one possibility.
He must have guessed something.
She had only said that she would rather feed it to the dog than give it to him, and he immediately understood the key point.
This man is absolutely terrifying.
She gritted her teeth and took a step back.
After a brief silence, Mu Yulu suddenly raised her hands, still covered in cooking fumes, almost poking him in the face: "Look closely at my hands. They're filthy from digging in the ashes and rolling around in the fumes all day!"
She stared into Mu Qinhan's eyes, her voice trembling with excitement: "The things I make with these hands have a cheap smell, unworthy of Your Highness's noble status, do you understand?"
As soon as Mu Yulu finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence once again. The only sounds in the room were the suppressed breathing of the waiters, and even the faint sobbing of someone who was crying could be heard.
Now they've not only decided where to bury themselves, but also where to bury their entire family.
Mu Yulu wants their entire family to be buried with her.
Mu Qinhan didn't speak. He just silently stared at the hands that Mu Yulu stretched out in front of him, which were red from being soaked in water. His gaze was no longer cold and scrutinizing, but some other emotions gradually surged in his unfathomable eyes.
Her hands were delicate and fair; they should have been the hands of a pen, not soaked in cold water, much less stained with the grease from the stove.
When did she learn to cook?
Her best dish happens to be his favorite dish.
Is this just another coincidence, like those house deeds?
The deep voice rang out again, Mu Qinhan's tone carrying a hint of contemplation and a touch of probing: "Did I say these words to you before? Or did someone close to me say something similar to you?"
Otherwise, why would she be so furious?
Mu Yulu was completely stunned. She stood there, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
He guessed it.
He guessed it as expected.
But how could that be?
He actually guessed such a bizarre thing as rebirth so easily, and even accepted it calmly?
Mu Qinhan observed Mu Yulu's reaction, his voice remaining calm and even: "Why the expression? Looks like I guessed right?"
Mu Yulu kept her mouth shut, not wanting to say another word.
With every word she uttered, Mu Qinhan could guess some information. How was she supposed to play along?
They simply couldn't survive.
Seeing the person who had been so arrogant just moments before now looking as meek as a kitten, Mu Qinhan raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.
He took two steps forward and stood in front of Mu Yulu. His dark figure stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and an invisible pressure instantly spread out.
Mu Yulu instinctively tried to back away, but he grabbed her and held her up.
His voice remained calm: "Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret for you."
His words were quite interesting; they seemed to be a double entendre.
What secrets will he keep for her?
Is she hiding from Mu Yugang the fact that she secretly left the manor and disguised herself to work as a chef at the No. 1 Restaurant in the world? Or is she hiding from the world the fact that Mu Yulu died once and came back to life?
Every single one of them is terrifying.
Seeing that Mu Yulu was clearly lost in thought because of his words, Mu Qinhan chuckled softly in her ear.
Since her rebirth, Mu Yulu has always been in control of the situation, leaving Mu Qinhan helplessly guessing at her unpredictable moods.
But this time it was the other way around.
She was once again completely under his control.
Mu Qinhan did not get angry as everyone expected. He glanced at Mu Yulu one last time, walked around the mess on the ground, and walked steadily toward the door.
Only when the figure in black completely disappeared outside the door and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away did the frozen air in the room crack open with a snap.
The waiters stood up tremblingly, howling that this was a catastrophe, and scrambled out to find someone to clean up the mess.
Mu Yulu remained frozen in place.
The fire that had exploded in his chest gradually died down with Mu Qinhan’s calm questions, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. All that remained was the feeling of exhaustion, with the ashes floating in the air and nowhere to go, and a sharper, indescribable humiliation.
That suffocating feeling of being enveloped by an invisible, fine net returned.
She felt like she couldn't breathe, so she raised her hand to her chest, arched her back slightly, and gasped for air.
Just then, a very light footstep came from behind her. Before she could react, a slender, warm hand gently rested on her shoulder.
Mu Yulu stiffened. Just as she was about to turn around, the person had already stepped aside and stood in front of her.
She breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the person who arrived, but then a sense of guilt welled up in her heart. She lost all her previous arrogance and stammered, twisting her sleeves with her hands, "Young Master Qi, I seem to have caused you some trouble."
Qi Zhizhi held a folding fan in his hand. He deftly twirled the fan ribs, but did not unfold the fan. He simply used the cool ivory end to lightly and quickly wipe her eyes: "Why are you crying? Who made our Chef Mu unhappy?"
His actions could be described as frivolous, yet his fingertips never actually touched her skin. He maintained an unusually clear boundary of restraint, leaving Mu Yulu unsure of where to begin to feel angry.
Seeing that she was a little annoyed by his teasing, Qi Zhizhi's playful tone faded a bit, replaced by a gentle seriousness: "It's okay, even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you. So what if you offended Prince Mu? It's not like it's the first time you've offended him."
Mu Yulu couldn't help but chuckle.
Qi Zhizhi was right. This wasn't the first time she had angered Mu Qinhan. Every time she threatened him, she was prepared to die, but in the end, she still survived.
She finally raised her eyes, still glaring at Qi Zhizhi with a hint of anger: "I will take responsibility for my own actions, so I won't trouble Young Master Qi to cover for me."
Qi Zhizhi looked at her for a moment and saw that her eyes, which had been filled with sorrow, now seemed to have been washed clean and were shining again. So he smiled and smiled with her: "Food can cure sadness. I'll give you half a day off today and I'll make you a steamed sea bass myself. How does that sound?"
Mu Yulu stared at him for a while: "Why are you being so nice to me? Is there some kind of trap?"
Qi Zhizhi laughed even harder: "You, Chef Mu, are my cash cow, of course I have to keep you happy, otherwise who will make chicken soup and tofu stew for my guests?"
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