The almighty boss refuses to be a wronged villain

Chapter 3 Feeding Seafood Porridge to Dogs

As the sun set, He Xinyan returned to He's house.

The housekeeper had a gloomy old face, obviously a little dissatisfied: "You still know when to come back? What time is it!"

After a pause, not wanting to get into trouble, he swallowed back his scolding words and said instead, "Hurry up, the kitchen is ready. Madam wants to eat seafood porridge tonight."

Her attitude was arrogant, contemptuous and rude. She was obviously used to treating people like servants, completely forgetting that she was the master and he was the servant in name.

He Xinyan retrieved this paragraph from his memory.

She has been very smart since she was a child. After knowing that she was not a child of the He family at the age of ten, she began to train herself in various skills, including cooking.

Later, a villain transformation system came into her mind, and her daily task was to ask her to cook for the He family to atone for her sins.

Because of her clever thinking, the food she cooks is more delicious than that of a five-star hotel, and she is good at adding Chinese medicinal materials to make health-preserving ingredients.

The He family all fell in love with the food she cooked.

Although there was a dedicated chef and cook in the family, he ordered her to cook every day, completely reducing her to a servant of the He family.

Even because her craftsmanship was so good, it became He Yuye's capital to show off.

From time to time, Sanwu would also hold gatherings of ladies at home, showing off her skills, which attracted rich ladies to praise He Yuye, and also accumulated a good reputation for He Yuye.

The housekeeper dragged her to the kitchen, but she was too weak to break free for the moment, so she just followed him.

When they arrived at the kitchen, the cook and the two waiters had already prepared the ingredients and were waiting for her to cook.

He Xinyan rolled up her sleeves and quickly started busy in the kitchen.

"It smells so good!" The person who ran over following the scent was He Zixiao, the young master of the He family.

He is seventeen years old this year and has an outgoing and lively personality. He has the best relationship with He Xinyan in the He family - after all, he was brought up by He Xinyan.

He Zixiao noticed the gauze bandaged on He Xinyan's hand and thought of the rumors in school today.

"Do you think you deserve it? Just because you were jealous of your second sister, you sprinkled peanut powder in the soup and caused her to become allergic and was hospitalized? You deserve to be made difficult in school!"

"Did you fall down accidentally, or did you do it on purpose?"

He Xinyan was busy all the time and didn't even look at his words.

He Zixiao didn't care. He Xinyan would occasionally act like a monster, but he would soon give in.

"You are apologizing to my second sister today, right? Be sweeter and more sincere later, otherwise neither my eldest brother nor your parents will be able to forgive you!"

He Zixiao ordered the butler to call people to come down for dinner, while he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to step forward to help He Xinyan carry away the whole pot of seafood porridge.

"Okay, let's drink porridge first to fill our stomachs, and you can fry two more vegetables - my second sister likes sweet and sour pork."

He Xinyan held the pot and avoided him, moving quickly and steadily.

He Zixiao frowned: "Why are you trying to be so strong?"

He followed He Xinyan out and saw He Xinyan put down the pot, then went into the kitchen and quickly brought out two plates of side dishes.

At this time, He Yuye and He's mother also came down. The mother and daughter supported each other, showing a scene of deep love between mother and daughter.

"Yuye, mom specially prepared seafood porridge for you. You are in good health. Your spleen and stomach have been weak these past two days, so this is just right."

"Thank you, Mom." He Yuye was wearing a white dress, looking extremely petite and slender, with wet eyes like a deer.

He Xinyan had no time to appreciate it, so he sat down directly and opened the lid to serve the porridge.

He Zixiao took a look and saw that the portion of the porridge was a little small, maybe it wasn't enough.

He glanced at He's mother with some worry, fearing that she would be angry, and said quickly: "Okay, okay, you don't need to serve it. You go stir-fry and cook some seafood fried rice for me."

He Yuye sat down at the dining table and smiled softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Xinyan..."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the bowl of porridge that He Xinyan had placed on the table.

Anyway, He Xinyan often does these tasks, and the He family has an unwritten rule that she, He Yuye, has priority in all good things.

He Yuye took it for granted that the bowl of porridge served by He Xinyan was for him.

"You still dare to eat what I cook, aren't you afraid that I will poison you?" He Xinyan suddenly said.

He Yuye was stunned and said softly: "I know Xinyan, you must not have done it on purpose last time..."

In such a moment of confusion, the bowl of porridge had been taken away by He Xinyan. She sat there and started to eat it by herself?

He Yuye's eyes widened, with a look of shock and confusion on his face.

Not only her, but everyone present was completely dumbfounded. He's mother's face had darkened visibly, and He Yuye's eyes were slightly red, with stubborn and aggrieved eyes.

He Zixiao felt a headache and asked He Xinyan, was she crazy? He walked over angrily, "It's okay, sister, I'll give it to you."

He Xinyan ate the porridge very quickly. A bowl of seafood porridge was not enough to satisfy her hunger, so she filled up another bowl and held the pot at the same time.

The aroma of the seafood porridge was so tempting that both He Mu and He Yuye felt hungry and salivated from their mouths.

Seeing that He Zixiao couldn't answer the question, He's mother simply ordered the servants, "Why don't you go get the porridge quickly? The eldest lady is already hungry!"

He Xinyan finished the second bowl of porridge in a few seconds, and then she felt more comfortable in her stomach.

Then, in front of everyone, she picked up the pot and poured all the remaining porridge into the dog bowl next to the kitchen.

This family is dreaming that they want to eat the food she cooked. Even if she feeds the dogs, there is no way she can give it to them.

The cook was even more frightened and thought it was over. He Xinyan didn’t seem to have prepared any other ingredients!

"He Xinyan, what do you mean, are you sick?" He Zixiao was furious first. He had already warned him repeatedly, but He Xinyan still dared to act like a monster?

"You are dead, I can't help you this time!"

He Xinyan poured two plates of side dishes to the dogs and left nothing for the family, so she clapped her hands.

He calmly replied, "You are the only one who is sick, your whole family is sick!"

After quarreling, she walked upstairs without looking back. After eating and drinking, she had to quickly take a shower and clean herself up. It was too uncomfortable to keep wet clothes on her body.

He Xinyan left so suddenly that many people failed to react.

When she entered her room and just closed the door, there was a loud knock on the door.

But soon the knocking on the door turned into a strange whine - "Oh, what is it, it's so itchy!"

He Xinyan curled her lips slightly and said, "Knock, keep knocking if you have the ability. She just sprinkled itching powder on the door to see who has the endurance to not be tickled to death."

Fortunately, she often makes health-preserving medicinal meals, and there are many medicinal materials in the kitchen, so she can make this kind of itching powder while cooking.

The He family has never respected her. Everyone can come in and out of her room freely and mess with it at will. She is worse than a servant. At least the servant can have his own independent space after closing the door.

This time it was just a small warning. If someone dared to break in next time, she would sprinkle more than just itching powder.

(End of chapter)