CRASH—
The bowl shattered. Rice soup spilled all over the floor, where a few grains of rice could be faintly seen.
"Oh, no!"
Sister Mi's heart ached at the sight.
There wasn't much rice left to begin with. Even the Old Master was only given a small handful at a time, boiled into soup to soothe his stomach.
Cheng Xidian stood before them, whip in hand, a gleeful expression on her face as if she had caught them red-handed.
"No wonder the food has been getting worse and worse lately. So someone's been hiding in the kitchen, cooking for themselves! Song Lianhe, let's see what you have to say for yourself this time!"
Song Lianhe remained seated on the small stool, staring at the spilled rice soup as Sister Mi's pained sighs filled her ears.
Da Xi shielded her, and though she cowered before Cheng Xidian's whip, she explained in a trembling voice, "Lord Thousand Commander, you've misunderstood. This is for the Old Master..."
"Who do you think you are? Get out of the way!"
