"You don't look too good." Donne pointed to under her own eyes and told her that there were already dark circles there.

  "Flustered." Cynthia touched her smooth face and then asked, "What can I do for you?"

  "It's like this..." Duane's expression was a bit awkward, one of his toes tapping on the ground before he made up his mind to say: "It's right across from us, at Weston's restaurant, you know."

  "I know, aren't you guys fierce competitors? What's wrong, did the opposite side shut down?" Cynthia thought it was a matter of course that Gus' restaurant wouldn't make it, but to her surprise, Dawn shook her head.

  "Somebody has leaked our secret formula and many people have seen you chatting with Gus."

  Duō ēn lowered his head, looking a bit embarrassed. "Of course, don't get me wrong, it's just that our restaurant's business has been stolen again, I want to investigate what's going on."

  "A secret recipe for two stores, I'm not that bad." Cynthia stretched out her hand to smooth the tangled hair at the back of her head, and said: "If you're sure it's not you or Todd, then I suggest you change chefs. After all, there are only a few people in the restaurant who aren't you, right?"

  "I do believe you, it's just that Bernie asked me to ask. Dawn handed her another pouch of money at this time, "This is the pay for these two days that Bernie asked me to bring to you, he hopes you can give him some new formulas."

  Cynthia took over the money bag, and it felt heavy in her hand, with a considerable amount inside.

  She took a glance at the gloomy and rainy sky outside, thought for a moment that there was nothing else to do, so she cheered up and said: "Alright, wait for me."

  She put away her purse and changed into a simple black silk long dress, following Duane out the door.

  The business in the store was indeed cooler, and Gess opposite got Cynthia's simple formula and added his own spices, and the business started to boom again.

  She found Bernie to discuss a couple of sentences, several restaurant staff blocked the chef in the back kitchen and forced him to ask questions, things quickly became clear.

  Gus spent a fortune on Cynthia's failed venture and then bought the secret recipes for onion cake and mutton soup from the chef.

  And all of this money was squandered by him in taverns and gambling dens.

  "You're a drunkard and a gambler!!" Bernie, as the restaurant owner, was so angry that he almost rushed over to hit him.

  The chef had a sly look on his face, as if he was certain that Bernie wouldn't go to the DC district to make a fuss, and just begged for mercy in his mouth, "The court won't care about this kind of thing, why don't you just beat me up! I'll never do it again!"

  "Let's beat him up and ask someone from XC district to come out." Duode had an idea.

  Cynthia didn't know and didn't care what kind of miserable end the specific chef would have, she had already rolled up her sleeves and was ready to start teaching them new things.

  Spend some time working hard and it's just right for your energy to be released.

  "There aren't many left, and I don't know much either." Cynthia pointed to a fish still swimming in the wooden bucket and said: "In the future, I will only pass on the secret recipe to Maureen. Bernice, you can stop looking for cooks from now on, just find a few helpers instead."

  "In my opinion, Duane is much more capable than that chef."

  Duane didn't expect Cynthia to help him become a chef instead of being an odd job, he looked at her with shock and emotion.

  Apart from repaying the kindness he showed her when they first met, she really thought he was quite good.

  As for Cynthia's suggestion, Bernie also accepted it readily. After all, asking old employees to keep secrets is safer than newcomers. He also took note of Duane's character.

  "The store's recent sales have been pretty good, I've purchased some spices, see if you can use them."

  "Good."

  Cynthia stayed in the kitchen from day to night, her fingertips wrinkled from being soaked in water, and came up with new varieties of charcoal-grilled fish and lemon-marinated fish. Although there was a lack of seasoning, the taste she created was still surprisingly delightful for Dorne and the others.

  "Cynthia, did you also like going into the kitchen in Rydania?" Dorn asked her with a smile.

  "I don't like it," she said bluntly.

  "Your talent is really good." Duo En was once again filled with envy.

  The sky was getting darker, the whole day was overcast, although it had stopped raining, but there was always a cold rainwater smell in the air, mixed with the grass and mud smell emitted from the gaps between the stones.

  "I'll go first, then you."

  Cynthia walked out of the restaurant, her footsteps slow and dragging.

  There was some water accumulated on the ground, and some horse-drawn carriages passing by splashed mud that she had to carefully avoid.

  "Miss Cynthia, you're about to get locked out of the slow DC area."

  An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the front.

  Cynthia looked around in surprise and found that it was Kael's luxurious carriage, which was under her residence.

  Anthony stood beside the carriage in a black tailcoat, a smile on his face that always seemed to contain a few degrees of malice.

  "Anthony... is right beside Kiearus." Cynthia quickened her pace, stepping into several puddles of mud and water, the splatters on her pale ankles didn't even make her pause to look down.

  She thought it was Kyrios who had come, and with a look of surprise she waited for Antony to open the car door for her, but inside there was no one.

  "What about Kaylus?" Cynthia didn't get on the carriage but instead turned her gaze towards Anthony with a puzzled expression.

  "Let the adults go first to Mount Pits, that's your new residence," Anthony said.

  New residence? Pikes Peak?

  Cynthia's brain quickly recalled this familiar vocabulary.

  I recall Lord Gill saying there's a castle on Mount Picts that belongs to Kayeth personally.

  Castle...

  He's still got it, he understood her hint despite being angry!

  Cynthia struggled to suppress her delighted expression and tried to speak in a calm tone, "Then wait for me, I'll go upstairs first to pack my things."

  "No need, those things won't fit in the carriage and we're running out of time. Let's just go." Anthony gestured for her to get on board.

  It would be nice to have everything in a castle, Cynthia thought, and it wouldn't hurt to come back in a few days to pick up her purse.

  She climbed aboard the luxurious four-wheeled carriage and was whisked away by Anthony straight into DC.

  In just one day, Cynthia upgraded from a broken-down horse cart to a magnificent carriage pulled by several horses, the exclusive vehicle of Lord Kairus.

  At the entrance of the district in DC, everyone stopped and parted ways or drove their carriages away to make way for her vehicle to go first.

  Everyone knows this is Mr. Kayus's carriage.

  Cynthia, who was sitting inside, instantly understood what Kael meant.

  She said everyone around her was saying bad things about her, so he deliberately used his carriage to make a big show of bringing her into the city?