After washing up, Herta went out for a stroll.
She had more freedom to move around than Chu Mu and could freely wander down to the kitchen.
Chu Mu, on the other hand, would be stopped at the iron door, so he spent most of his time in his room.
Clearly, Number One was more lenient with Herta. Perhaps she, too, thought this wild girl from the south couldn't stir up much trouble.
When Herta reached the iron door, she found that the guard there was no longer the one from yesterday.
This was standard prison procedure. In cellblocks holding important figures, the guards had to be rotated frequently.
After all, guards dealt with prisoners every day, and familiarity inevitably brought risks.
Regular rotations could effectively prevent those risks.
Herta went down to the kitchen. Fortunately, what she had worried about hadn't happened-Lina was still there.
Apparently, only the guard upstairs was regularly rotated. The cooks in the kitchen downstairs wouldn't be replaced.
Number One was quite generous when it came to food, assigning an entire kitchen to serve Chu Mu.
But Chu Mu's habit of eating simple meals every time was a complete waste of such excellent arrangements!
Now that Herta was here, she was going to put some pressure on the kitchen!
This was also what she and Lina had agreed on yesterday.
Only complicated dishes would give them a legitimate reason to invite a cook upstairs.
Lamb served thirteen ways was a perfect example. Without the cook's help, the diner really wouldn't know how to eat it all thirteen ways.
But they couldn't possibly order lamb served thirteen ways upstairs every day!
So Herta planned to cultivate the image of someone particularly fussy about food.
And someone who preferred southern cuisine, at that!
That way, since most