The commotion coming from the kitchen was far too loud.
Su Li set down his teacup, rose from the stone stool, and crossed into the kitchen in two strides.
The scene inside was chaos beyond measure.
An iron basin lay upside down on the bluestone tiles, steaming soup spilling all over the floor.
Chunks of ribs chopped into pieces had rolled everywhere.
The fat cat, "Silver," reacted with astonishing speed. With the meatiest rib clamped in its mouth, it sprang onto the windowsill and shot out, leaving behind only a dusty gray blur.
Saina held up half a water ladle, hopping mad with rage.
"Damn cat! I knew it was up to no good, prowling around outside! My meat!"
Saina still had that enchanted kitchen knife in her hand, sharp enough to slice through iron as if it were mud. From the look of her, she was about to charge out and fight the cat to the death.
On the other side, Elena was in even worse shape.
Most of her expensive burgundy silk nightgown had been drenched by the splashing hot soup.
The fabric was thin to begin with, and once wet, it clung directly to her skin.
Vast stretches of snowy white showed straight through, her curves outlined in a way that was utterly scorching.
The way that fabric clung to the curve of her chest was simply lethal.
Elena lowered her head to look at the oil-stained nightgown on her body. Her hands hovered in midair, so disgusted that she did not even want to touch it.
"Village girl! You can't even carry a basin without overturning it! I only bought this dress yesterday!"
Saina turned around, refusing to back down in the slightest.
"Who told you to squeeze over here and grab the ladle? The kitchen