林晓晓 Reduced to muttering curses under her breath as she stared at the photos on her phone. Her lips were pursed tightly, her nose wrinkled in disdain, and a single tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path through the sticky, banana-paste-stained corner of her mouth. "This is just… absurd," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room, jarring her out of her concentration. Her heart clenched, and she quickly wiped the tear from her cheek, trying to regain her composure. She took a deep breath and walked to the door, peering through the peephole.

It was the butler, standing there with a look of concern etched on his face. "Mr. Sterling is asking for you," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned. "What for?"

"The chef just informed me that there's a bit of a… situation in the kitchen," the butler explained nervously. "It seems Mr. Sterling has developed an unexpected craving for something that's causing quite a stir."