A mud-legged one from the third branch definitely can't afford to offend her.
If they dare offend her, she'll accuse them of the grave crime of disrespect!
Just thinking about it makes Mrs. Lin feel like her tail is wagging to the sky.
She imagined the third branch bowing low and begging for mercy before her, and unconsciously, she laughed out loud.
Mu Shuangshuang felt like she'd encountered a lunatic, laughing at her early in the morning.
But what really disgusted her was Mrs. Lin's black, unwashed hand after the toilet.
If that thing touches her rice noodles, one batch would be ruined.
"Shuang, what are you making? It smells so good! Quick, let your second aunt taste it!"
As Mrs. Lin spoke, her hand landed on one of the rice noodles.
A black handprint marked the rice noodle, and Mu Shuangshuang was fuming with rage.
"Second aunt, why are you touching my rice noodles with your dirty hands?"
