My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Wow, they unexpectedly trust my character.

Wayne was delighted to have obtained Tasia's homework.

Looks like I'll have a great weekend.

Thinking of this, Wayne asked, "Chris, what time should we pick up Tasia tomorrow?"

Chris paused, turned her head, and looked at him warily.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

Looking at Chris's expression, which seemed to contain a different meaning, Wayne suddenly remembered the rumor that Ge Li had mentioned before.

Could it be that Chris heard about it too?

Under Chris's watchful gaze, Wayne said naturally, "Because I already know who played the prank that day, splashing ink all over Tasia."

Chris: !!!

Her attention was instantly diverted, and she scrambled off the sofa, demanding, "Who is it?"

"What are you going to do if you find out who the real culprit is?" Wayne asked her.

"Of course he should apologize to Tasia immediately!" Chris said matter-of-factly. "No matter what, it's going too far to bully Tasia like this!"

Wayne went over and sat down next to her.

"I think it will be difficult to get him to apologize."

Upon hearing his words, Chris's expression changed. "Who is it?"

"It is His Highness the Second Prince, Lawrence."

Chris fell silent.

As a prince, no one could force Lawrence, who possessed such status and position, to bow down to Tasia unless he himself was willing.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long pause, she sighed helplessly, "This difference in status is really annoying."

Wayne felt the same way.

In any place, the higher the noble's social status, the more privileges they enjoy. In a sense, Goethe was right.

Moreover, this has become a universally accepted truth.

Nobles are born to be more noble than commoners.

"However, we might be able to use other methods to attack from the side."

Chris thought for a moment and said, "For example, make a bet with him, so that he either has to apologize to Tasia or lose his credibility and dignity."

Wayne disagreed, saying, "But wouldn't doing that make the other girls even more hostile towards Tasia?"

She was already being ostracized by girls because of Prince Richard, and if Prince Lawrence added fuel to the fire, it wouldn't be a good outcome.

"Ugh... Why ostracize someone for such a bizarre reason?!"

Chris was so distressed that she rolled around on the sofa, clutching her head.

Even she couldn't persuade those noble ladies to abandon their prejudices. Instead, the girls would exclaim in surprise, "Really? Miss Chris is actually speaking up for that lowly commoner?"

Then they looked at me with strange eyes.

...I feel like my position is being challenged.

Before this, I thought it was quite interesting that these guys talked about who had nice jewelry or who had a new hairstyle every day.

However, there are people who will defend themselves.

Often, a small group of fans who are deeply influenced by them will stand up and confront those girls.

"How dare you speak to Lady Chris like that!"

“Even if your father, the Earl, were present in person, he wouldn’t dare to be so disrespectful to the daughter of the Wincher family!”

While it's touching to have someone speak up for me, hearing such typical villainous remarks doesn't make me happy at all.

"Let's meet with Tasia tomorrow and ask for her opinion in person."

In the end, Wayne said this.

……

The next day, Chris got up early, which was unusual for her, and cleaned her room very carefully, trying to make a good impression on Tasia.

Previously, with Wayne's guarantee, Lady Ashville no longer restricted Chris's movements, and today she even took Duke Elliott out for a stroll, leaving the entire ducal mansion to the children.

"Very good, everything is now ready!"

Chris changed into a simpler set of casual clothes and stood by the window of her study, using a monocular telescope to gaze at the street scene.

Incidentally, Professor Conley also invented this telescope "accidentally".

Wayne, without any hesitation, sat down on her sofa chair and put her legs up on the edge of the table.

"Chris, have you managed to recreate the milk tea recipe?"

Yes, Chris still uses the flimsy excuse of "having seen the original recipe in a book" to boast that she will restore and improve the milk tea to the point of being worthy of being called "gold quality".

Perhaps because she has always enjoyed reading a wide variety of books, the Duke's household is now quite used to such remarks.

"Of course, but it's just a simple, plain milk tea made with stockings."

"Stockings?"

Wayne sat up straight and put his feet off the table.

"Ah, of course it's not actually made of stockings, but rather a special white cloth bag. It just looks like it because it's stained with the color of milk tea..."

"No, I'm talking about stockings!" Wayne interrupted her explanation.

Having lived a life surrounded by milk tea shops, he naturally had some knowledge of Hong Kong-style milk tea.

However, in this magical world, there are no real stockings yet. The closest thing to them is probably the white tights that suddenly became popular among upper-class noblemen a while ago, mostly hand-knitted from wool.

The origin of this fashion trend is unknown, but suddenly one day, the male nobles in the capital began to openly display their thighs clad in tight stockings.

Furthermore, they sometimes compare themselves to each other, considering it a symbol of beauty.

To this, Wayne could only say that it was fortunate that everyone in the academy had to wear uniforms and boots.

However, since Chris herself brought it up, what would be the point of her life if she couldn't once again witness the girls' beautiful, glossy legs in black stockings to cleanse her eyes?

"Chris! Stockings... what are they?"

His eyes gleamed as he stared at Chris's face.

Chapter 105 Tasia's Two New Friends

Tasia loves pastries so much that she feels she can do anything in the world just by immersing herself in their aroma.

However, she didn't like it from the very beginning.

Her father was said to be a very skilled pastry chef who had even participated in the once-a-decade cooking competition in the capital and won a silver medal in the pastry category.

However, after that competition, he resolutely gave up the lucrative job he could have had in the capital and chose to leave the capital to travel around.

Eventually, he met his mother in a picturesque town, they fell in love, and settled down there.

Then came me, and the three of us spent what should have been the happiest period of our lives.

My memories of that time are now hazy; they are mostly recounted to me by my mother in a nostalgic tone.

But the good times didn't last long; my father fell seriously ill and passed away in agony.

Tasia's family also lost a major source of income.

In order to make a living and to inherit her father's skills, her mother would make Tasia knead dough with her when she was very young, shaping the dough into all sorts of shapes.

At that time, Tasia viewed this matter as a heavy task.

However, being sensible, she didn't feel resentful because she couldn't go out to play; she only felt frustrated.

No matter how you make cookies, they can never taste as good as the ones made by your dad and mom.

Regular customers of their bakery only need to take a small bite to notice the difference.

"Oh dear, did Tasia make today's cookies? She still needs to work harder."

Those people always say that.

Little Tasia was very sad.

Even though we followed the same steps, used the same temperature, and set the same baking time, why is there such a big difference in taste?

She even began to doubt her own abilities.

Could it be because I didn't inherit my father's outstanding talent at all?

Could it be that I'm just too stupid to do it well?

These jumbled thoughts lingered in her mind every day, making her unable to resist hiding away and secretly shedding tears.

Later, it was his mother who discovered him sitting on the stairs, silently sobbing late at night.

After listening to her troubles, she smiled gently.

“Tasia…the secret to cooking is the feeling of happiness you experience during the process,” her mother said.

"Thinking back to every step and detail of making it with my beloved family; imagining the joy and anticipation of sharing this creation with my loved ones after it's finished... One day, you too will be able to make your own most satisfying pastry..."

With her mother's gentle words of comfort, little Tasia fell asleep in her arms.

Many, many years have passed since then, and Tasia has put the secrets her mother taught her into practice in baking, and her cooking skills have indeed gradually improved.

And now, she has made new friends—Chris and Wayne.

She only now understands what it feels like to have friends.

When you are being bullied and feeling miserable, your friends will stand up for you.

Even when facing someone of higher status, a friend will stand up for them without reservation.

It's really...reliable.

To her delight, her two friends also really liked the cookies she made.

So, on the day of her first visit, Tasia made a lot of cookies again as a gift.

With a desire to share this experience with them, Tasia felt that her performance this time was smoother than ever before.

With the box of cookies in her hands, she happily said goodbye to her mother and boarded the carriage sent by the Winchester family to pick her up.

……

When Tasia arrived by carriage, Wayne and Chris were standing at the gate to greet her.

For some reason, Chris looked somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, and kept glaring at Wayne from time to time.

Wayne, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease.

"Tasia, welcome to our home." He greeted Tasia warmly as she stepped down from the carriage.

Besides the two of them, there was also a small white dog that was jumping around excitedly, circling around Tasia.

"Wow...what an adorable dog." Tasia crouched down and patted its head.

Xiao Bai tilted its chin up, looking completely blissful.

“It’s the prototype for Poppy,” Chris said with a smile.

"Huh? Really?!" Tasia exclaimed in delight.

"Woof! Woof!" Little White barked softly twice, as if in response.

Without making a sound, Wayne picked up Little White and hugged it tightly, tugging at it all over.

How old is it?

Tasia stared at it intently, unwilling to look away.

"Hmm..." Chris thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "She should be about five years old, right?"

"Oh, then you're almost middle-aged!" Tasia asked curiously. "Do you have a baby yet?"