Early the next morning, Chu Mu took a bite of breakfast, and his expression turned grave.
Herta came out of the washroom. Seeing his expression, she leaned close to his ear and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Something may have happened to Lina," Chu Mu said. "Someone else cooked today."
Lina had been cooking for them these past few days. Whenever she made northern cuisine, she tried hard to imitate the Head Chef, but there was no trace of that imitation in today's breakfast. Chu Mu could immediately taste the difference.
Herta's expression grew serious as well, and she said:
"I'll go check the kitchen."
"Find an excuse to go down there and give them hell. Say today's food tastes terrible," Chu Mu reminded her.
Herta smiled faintly and lifted her chin.
"Of course."
She took a bite, spat it onto her plate, then pressed the Meal Delivery Elevator's button to send breakfast back down.
The cook downstairs froze when he saw the barely touched food.
Was it because someone else was cooking today? Had his food displeased the people upstairs?
He began to panic.
So when Herta came downstairs demanding answers, his panic only intensified.
How could he dare anger Herta while she was already furious?
Naturally, he hurried to answer every question she asked, afraid that even a second's delay would upset her further.
Once Herta had the information she wanted, she left with a cold snort.
Back upstairs, she hurried to share what she had learned with Chu Mu.
"Lina's become a murderer?" Chu Mu found it rather absurd. After all, his impression of Lina was that she was a simple, kindhearted person.
Herta explained everything she had learned, and Chu Mu understood what had happened.
He sighed.
"That man deserved to die, but Lina shouldn't have sacrificed her