Mu Ning chuckled, "System, tell me the situation about this supposed debt of 1 billion yuan."
[Host, after you departed, the person who took over your body decided to hand over the company to your assistant. Your assistant embezzled a significant amount of money. However...]
"However, my company shouldn't have gone into debt because of it, right?" She arched a brow.
A company earning millions of dollars per month suddenly had a debt of 1 billion yuan? What a joke! Until...
[Yes. In fact, for the first two years, there was no problem. But after giving birth, the soul occupying your body decided to intervene. She went on making bad decisions, and someone, most likely your assistant, had disclosed the confidential files to your rival.]
Mu Ning's eyes narrowed, and the system continued.
[Not only that, once your company went bankrupt, that soul deliberately took a huge loan under your name and spent it to please some livestreamer.]
"Wow..." Mu Ning was speechless, but somewhere in her instincts, she sensed that something was amiss.
Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Fine. Let's see if I can side hustle to pay off this 100,000 yuan first."
A quick research gave her a general plan. She planned to open a new account and upload some mecha designs to attract the attention of a giant corporation.
When she was notified that she received 6 more orders from the same customers, Mu Ning chuckled and quickly fulfilled them.
Four customers ordered tomato and egg stir-fry, while two ordered the ingredients to make it.
Within just one day of opening, Mu Ning earned 1500 yuan. It was a good start.
Just as she thought that was the end, OldHarold ordered 4 more plates of scrambled eggs with stir-fried tomato.
The total revenue shot up to 2300 yuan.
'Hm... compared to earning from livestream, if I use livestream as an advertisement for my startup, it would be more appropriate.'
Mu Ning wasn't worried that someone else might buy her ingredients, make the same dish, and sell it for a higher price.
If anyone dared, she would deal with them.
At night, she prepared dinner.
First, she washed the rice for steamed rice.
The grains moved softly under the water as her fingers stirred them. The water turned cloudy. She poured it out and repeated the motion quietly.
Then she added clean water, placed the pot into the cooker, and pressed the button. A small click sounded in the quiet kitchen.
Next, for braised pork belly, she cut the pork into even cubes and heated the pan. A little sugar melted into a golden color before the pork was added.
Shhh... the meat sizzled as it was coated in caramel. She added ginger and soy sauce, then a bit of water.
She lowered the fire and left it to simmer.
Finally, she made egg drop soup.
She first beat the egg in a small bowl until smooth. Then she heated water in a pot and added a little salt. When the water began to simmer, she slowly poured the egg in while stirring gently.
Thin, soft ribbons formed at once, floating quietly.
Again, the servants watched from afar while feeling angst.
'This b*tch is here again! Tormenting us by cooking such a delicious food.'
Before, they didn't feel any problem in eating nutrient tablets; they even used to rejoice that even the young heir of the Wang family couldn't eat flavored ones, while they, as servants, could.
But after Mu Ning's cooking, those nutrient tablets... feel tasteless.
Once done, Mu Ning took the food to Gwen's and Warren's room and knocked on the door.
Warren opened the door, silently took the food tray, and closed the door.
"Eat carefully." She chirped before returning to her room. She did a light workout before going to bed.
The next day, on waking up, she again did her workout and took a shower.
While bypassing the corridor, she heard some maids gossiping.
"Mu Ning is done for. Mrs. Wang is here; she will scold her."
"I bet Mu Ning will be punished again. Do you think she has to kneel for 10 hours this time?"
"With all that beating up and kicking fuss with Wu Jiao and Madam Kaylee... a day would still be an underestimation. At least 2 days!"
"Hey! You are vicious! Hahaha!"
Mu Ning chuckled loudly, attracting the attention of the maids whose faces turned pale. "I think she will have to go home with her tail tucked between her legs! Want to bet?"
Maids: "..."
System: "..." Host truly doesn't know how to hold back.
Ignoring the stunned gazes of the maids, Mu Ning took the elevator.
On arriving downstairs, she moved toward the kitchen, only to meet a middle-aged woman wearing a navy blue maxi dress.
"Mu Ning, let's talk."