Chapter 15. Miserable Life

Isla's POV:

I was the last to wipe the table and return the dirty dishes to the kitchen because all the cleaners were already quite envious of me for no apparent reason. Due to the fact that I had a number of obligations to complete, I didn't give them any attention. And I was right—as soon as I put the dirty dishes in the washbasin, I was told to watch them up and put them where they belonged.

"Don't you know how to arrange them in the shelf? " The old maid asked inspecting the shelves but I didn't find anything wrong in how I had put them.

"I am sorry. " I said.

"Don't be. Now marinate the meat for dinner and cut small pieces of potatoes. They should be perfectly diced. Start preparing right away because it's at least 160 members' food. " She went out after giving me hundreds of orders.

My stomach growled because of hunger but I knew I had to start working on the dinner because I had nev