The Mistress Killed My Mother-in-LawBOOK1-Chapter 1

Mrs. Anna Shaw had come from her hometown for Independence Day, and I took her to dinner at my husband's newly opened upscale restaurant.

I ordered her favorite dish, braised fish, but after taking a bite, she discovered it was stone cold, with ice crystals even visible inside.

I called the manager over, but she was blasé:

"Oh — I forgot to microwave it."

I was puzzled: "You sell pre-prepared meals here?"

She snapped back, voice high as if flustered:

"What's wrong with pre-prepared meals? Can't they be eaten after heating? We don't have the time to cook them fresh for you!"

I pointed at the restaurant sign: "It clearly says we cook only fresh produce. How dare you serve frozen pre-prepared dishes? Is that what your boss taught you?"

She put her hands on her hips and said arrogantly:

"I'm the owner of this place! You and this old woman are being picky. Aren't you just trying to get a free meal?"

"I'm telling you, this fish is non-refundable once it's opened. Including the electricity and stock for the freezer, you owe our restaurant three thousand dollars. If you don't pay today, don't even think about leaving this door!"