Lisa crouched, picking up the shattered pieces of what used to be a bowl.

Krystal, yet to be appeased, gave Lisa a kick. "I had enough of you! Do you know who I am? How could you make me this kind of trash?"

Lisa's eyes remained fixated on the mess. This wasn't the first time.

Krystal had been throwing tantrums these days, always getting angry all of a sudden.

Lisa's patience had reached its limit. "The food you call trash is the chicken that fed on grains and ran around the mountain all