Saying that.
She took out a sticky note and wrote down more than twenty kinds of foods she liked, ranging from high-end dishes like abalone and bird's nest to common ones like spicy potato shreds, all for the purpose of embarrassing Isabella!
"Ruth, you've written so much, can you finish eating it?" Jeffery immediately interrupted her.
"If I can't finish it today, there's always tomorrow."
Ruth looked down on Isabella arrogantly and provocatively, "Aren't you going to stay at our house? Then serve me well, go make the meal quickly!"
"Ruth, you're crazy!" Jeffery gritted his teeth, feeling the urge to hit her.
"I'm crazy? Then I'll go a bit crazier! Isabella, listen up, within the next hour and a half, you not only have to cook, but you also have to wash my clothes—and hand wash them! Use your soft little hands to scrub hard, got it?"
Ruth spoke like an empress ascendant, every word sharp and hurtful, extremely domineering!
"...Mm." Isabella casually hummed.
