Chapter 21: A Lowly Stomach Cannot Digest High Society’s Precious Ingredients

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: A Lowly Stomach Cannot Digest High Society’s Precious Ingredients

The scaleless whitefish native to Gelang Star is more susceptible to fish plagues than other species. As a result, they rarely survive to adulthood unless they live in a healthy marine environment. This very fact is what makes their meat exceptionally tender, making them a common sight on the dinner table.

However, if the meat isn’t preserved properly, it will have a cottony texture when eaten, no matter how well it’s cooked, failing to meet that perfect, melt-in-your-mouth standard. Most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

To preserve the tender texture of the Gelang Star whitefish, many gourmands insist on having it freshly butchered.

The whitefish Shu Yao pulled from the kitchen’s cryo-freezer had been frozen for at least a month!

What’s more, it was infected with a fish plague!

The moment Shu Yao opened the cryo-freezer, the anonymous livestream chat Golden Beetle had just started on the Star Network Platform exploded.

When she cut the fish open and revealed the pus in its belly, many Beastmen with keen senses of smell and a strong sense of immersion felt they could smell the intense, fishy stench right through the screen.

Lin Zhenxiang’s face went through several shades in an instant.

Her face darkened as she demanded, "Shu Yao, what the hell do you think you’re doing!?"

Shu Yao’s gaze was frigid, as if the chill from the cryo-freezer had seeped into the depths of her eyes.

"First, pay for my son’s medical bills.

Second, take down that parody video of my son.

Third, I don’t care if you issue a public statement or say it to our faces, but you *will* apologize to me and my son!

If you fail to do even one of these three things, I will..."

"Make my daughter apologize to you? You should take a look at yourself and see if you’re even worthy!!" a shrill voice shrieked from outside the kitchen.

Immediately after, a curvaceous woman appeared, dressed in a girlish pink outfit that clashed horribly with the mature makeup on her face.

"Mom!" Lin Zhenxiang choked out, her eyes turning red as tears streamed down her face, looking for all the world like a deeply wronged victim.

The newcomer was none other than Lin Zhenxiang’s mother, Zhen Zhen—the second wife of Shu Yao’s biological father, Lin Yaodong.

Zhen Zhen glared at Shu Yao, her eyes blazing with fury, and immediately started cursing, "You’re a bug from the Lower Star District, bringing a little bastard into my daughter’s restaurant. We were being polite by not throwing you out! You don’t know what’s good for you, pushing your luck and now trying to extort us!

Your lowly stomachs can’t handle the fine ingredients of high society, so crawl back to the Lower Star District and eat trash!"

Only after Zhen Zhen had finished her tirade did Lin Zhenxiang pull her aside. Crying pitifully, she said, "Sister Shu, I already told you, I wasn’t the one who posted that video! And I honestly didn’t know there was a problem with the ingredients. Although I manage the restaurant, I’m only in charge of the front of house. The kitchen and the purchasing... that’s not my responsibility!"

"Is that so." Shu Yao toyed with the sharp blade, her icy gaze more dangerous than the knife in her hand. "If I were to defend my son’s likeness rights and petition the Master Brain to investigate the anonymous user who posted the video, what do you think they’d find? You, perhaps?"

Lin Zhenxiang’s face paled, and a flicker of panic flashed in her eyes. But she quickly reverted to the helpless expression of a wrongly accused victim, stubbornly insisting:

"It really wasn’t me!"

"Xiangxiang, don’t you forget who you are! You’re the true young lady of the Lin Family! Why would you do something beneath your station?" Zhen Zhen folded her arms and sneered at Shu Yao. "I’ve already called the police! For a low-life commoner like this causing trouble, it’s best to let the district police handle her! Since she can’t appreciate the finer things, let her go have a taste of prison food in the interstellar prison!"

Shu Yao wasn’t the least bit flustered.

Lin Zhenxiang, on the other hand, couldn’t hide her panic. She grabbed Zhen Zhen’s arm, frantically signaling for her to cancel the police report.

’Cancel it before the district police get here. There’s still time!’