Chapter 966: Chapter 965: Slap in the Face

Nia Mitchell nodded, feeling bad about making the butler run errands twice.

"Butler Frederick, you’ve worked hard. In the future, just let someone else do these kinds of things."

Frederick Goldsmith’s face was full of smiles. His young mistress is so kind and approachable, not at all like the spoiled women you see nowadays. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Even when accompanied by such a wealthy man, she’s neither arrogant nor snobbish.

A woman like that matches perfectly with the young master.

"No worries. I don’t have much going on anyway, and I was given a lift by the driver."

Nia Mitchell nodded. Since that’s the case, she had nothing left to say.

"Let me see you downstairs then."

"No need, young mistress. Please enjoy your lunch quickly, or it’ll get cold."

"Alright."

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After watching the butler leave, Nia Mitchell carried two lunch boxes back to the Office Room.

Hazel Quartz and a few secretaries hadn’t left and were observing Nia Mitchell.

Ordinary T-shirt, ordinary jeans, ordinary canvas shoes, looking as plain as possible.

Yet, the man dressed with such poise, wearing branded suits, called her young mistress.

And Nia Mitchell referred to that person as Butler Frederick.

So, he’s just a butler and still Nia Mitchell’s personal butler?

That’s too much, isn’t it?

Are you kidding?

It can’t possibly be true.

Surely Nia Mitchell is doing it on purpose, trying to puff herself up and make people think she’s important.

Ask yourself, does a young mistress from a big family need to work in public?

Need to be a lowly secretary?

Unless she’s out of her mind.

"Laughable."

Everyone thought this was a play self-directed and self-acted by Nia Mitchell, and instantly she became a laughingstock.

Nia Mitchell didn’t even bother with them. She took the lunch boxes straight to her desk.

"And she still has someone deliver her meals; how tacky is that?"

In this day and age, who still has meals delivered from home?

Isn’t that too low class?

Nia Mitchell raised an eyebrow.

"Home-cooked meals are more hygienic, with less Monosodium Glutamate."

Nia Mitchell pouted, wondering if these people were truly clueless or just pretending.

"You’re just being cheap. Who can’t see that? You’re working because you’re broke. We all understand you,"

a secretary spoke with contempt.

Nia Mitchell couldn’t be bothered with them and directly opened the lunch boxes.

Instantly, aromas filled the room.

The entire office was filled with the scent of the dishes.

The first layer: sweet and sour spare ribs neatly arranged in the box, tempting in color, aroma, and taste, making people swallow involuntarily.

The second layer: sweet and sour fish, the tangy aroma enticing the appetite.

The third layer: stir-fried greens, the vibrant green refreshing to the eyes, with a sprinkle of porcini mushrooms, exceptionally alluring.

Looking at the dishes, Nia Mitchell realized this was just one lunch box.

There was still another lunch box, but she couldn’t possibly finish it all.

The people standing before her were completely dumbfounded.

These dishes could be on par with what outside Chefs make; they’re simply amazing.

Moreover, even the simplest greens show the effort put into them.

Everybody knows simple dishes are the hardest and most complex to make.

The most challenging to perfect.

Nowadays, who doesn’t have the conditions for rich dishes? Many people aren’t fond of vegetarian food.

But Nia Mitchell’s greens made everyone gulp.