My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

the next day.

"This tree..."

"Young lady, don't be sad. It was just bad luck that it got struck by lightning, there's nothing we can do about it..."

In the courtyard, Chris looked like she was about to cry: "This tree has been with me since I was a baby, it's been here since the first day I can remember... Waaah..."

Wayne walked up and looked at the remains of the tragic tree.

The internal tissues were charred black, beyond dead.

"What a misfortune," Wayne concluded.

"Let's cut down all its branches," Chris said, wiping away imaginary tears. "And let's set up a pot and make a hot pot together."

???

Wayne turned his head with a question mark on his face, scrutinizing her expression.

There wasn't a trace of sadness on his face; he was clearly overjoyed!

Karen sighed, "Is Miss going to act up again? Madam will be angry if she sees this."

"Oh, just don't tell her." She then coolly warned those present, "If anyone dares to secretly tattle on me behind my back, they'd better be prepared to bear a burden their lives cannot bear."

They really took advantage of Ashville's busy schedule lately to start acting recklessly.

So Wayne sat down to watch Chris's performance.

She instructed the maids to produce a large pot from somewhere, and then they piled up a few bricks on the lawn to build a makeshift stove in the courtyard.

"Wayne, now comes the moment of miracle! I guarantee you'll love this way of cooking!"

The maids, who were carrying ingredients out of the kitchen as Chris had requested, immediately wore expressions that were hard to describe.

Wayne also had a bad feeling.

"Chris, have you tried this before?"

"Well, I tried it once secretly, but I failed," she said casually.

"But this time it will definitely succeed! I have completed thorough research and all the alternative ingredients have been prepared."

Hey, you've been looking for another chance to try, haven't you?

"Really?" Wayne smiled innocently. "By the way, I wonder if Little White is getting used to staying at Mr. Pokran's place after a night. I have to go check on him."

Chris grabbed his collar and chuckled wickedly, "It's not too late to go see it after you've finished eating."

She rolled up her sleeves and began to boil the strangely shaped plants in the water while muttering incantations.

"I'll use something similar, like alkanet root... star anise... cinnamon... dried tangerine peel... bay leaves..."

After a while, take out two clean, thin wooden sticks and stir them continuously inside.

It has to be said that it gives off a strong sense of déjà vu as a perverted and evil witch who is concocting a magic potion.

"Eek!" The ignorant maids huddled together in fear.

Karen brought over a bowl full of sliced ​​meat on a cart. Chris's eyes lit up, and she kept putting the thinly sliced ​​meat from the bowl into the big pot.

"Here's a bowl!" she said, holding out her right hand.

Wayne handed her a clean bowl.

Chris scooped out a piece of beef, placed it in a bowl, and examined it closely.

"It should be... edible, right?"

Wayne said speechlessly, "Why don't you try it and see?"

"That's true." Chris closed her eyes and put the slightly cooled beef into her mouth. "Mmm..."

After chewing for a long time, she opened her eyes.

"It's edible!"

Chris announced loudly with a joyful expression.

In fact, as long as it's cooked, it's safe to eat, right?

Wayne glanced at Karen, who was serving meat and water, and asked curiously, "How did you fail last time?"

"Uh..." Karen glanced at Chris, who was still enjoying her meal, and said softly, "Since we're vacationing at a villa in the suburbs, Miss picked a lot of mushrooms from the mountains..."

"Oh, did you see the little person?"

Karen said embarrassedly, "I just suddenly felt dizzy and passed out. When I woke up, I was already in my bedroom, and I didn't have any other symptoms."

That's incredibly lucky...

Wayne remembered that in his previous life, news reports mentioned people who died from eating poisonous mushrooms every year.

But mushrooms are really delicious, especially grilled mushrooms that are fried until crispy on a hot plate.

"Everyone should try some!" Chris called out.

Seeing the skeptical looks around her, she wrinkled her nose and emphasized, "It really is edible!"

Chris looked around and her gaze settled on Wayne.

Wayne swallowed hard, and said with a look of grim determination, "Let me try it for everyone."

Chris instantly smiled with satisfaction and personally served him another piece of beef.

"How is it? Delicious, isn't it!"

"Biaji, biaji..."

I must say, it really does taste like the hot pot from my past life, spicy yet flavorful.

Wayne exclaimed in surprise, "It's surprisingly delicious..."

"Right!" Chris exclaimed smugly. "This is a recipe I perfected after investigating seven or eight restaurants!"

"Huh... what's going on here?"

A surprised voice sounded from behind.

Pokran, carrying several manuscripts and holding Little White, came to the courtyard. What he saw was a pot that was a real eyesore, and a group of people holding various bowls and plates, gathered around as if they were holding some strange ceremony.

"Mr. Pokran!" Chris called out excitedly, "Come and try the hot pot!"

Wayne's gaze, however, was fixed on the dog in his arms.

With its small ears and soft fur, it looks somewhat like a young Corgi, but not quite.

Chris's strong recommendation finally convinced everyone present to accept "hot pot" as a cooking method.

"When I was touring, I heard that in some remote areas, people would cook various soups and stews in earthenware bowls over a fire, but the taste was very different from this."

Mr. Pokran was indeed very knowledgeable, and he spoke of the customs and traditions of those faraway places.

"Hehe~ Of course, the biggest secret of hot pot lies in the broth! I spent a long time researching it before I was able to recreate it," Chris said.

"recovery?"

"Yes, I first found the original recipe in a personal travelogue, and I thought it was interesting so I wanted to give it a try."

Pokran said with relief, "Haha, those adventurers' personal travelogues do indeed record a lot of strange and unusual things."

After a hot pot meal, he became much more approachable to everyone.

Little White anxiously circled around his legs, whimpering softly.

"Hmm, little one, would you like some too?"

Seeing that Pokran seemed eager to offer it a piece of meat to lick, Wayne immediately stopped it, saying, "Mr. Pokran! It's too small to eat these."

Little White got angry and barked at Wayne.

Wayne feigned concern, saying, "What's wrong with Little White? A good dog is one that listens to others, okay?"

Without saying a word, it suddenly leaped up at Wayne's hand, knocked over his bowl, grabbed the meat inside, and tried to run away.

With quick reflexes, Wayne precisely grabbed its tail and hoisted it up.

"Spit it out!"

"Waaaaah—"

"vomit!"

The dog struggled in agony, but Wayne showed no mercy.

Seeing that there was no other way, it had no choice but to spit the meat pieces onto the grass and start barking loudly again.

Wayne smiled with satisfaction and put it down.

You think you can mess with me?