Ruth rubbed the little metal box with her hand and explained, her tone once again respectful. “Uhm, don’t think that this metal box looks old and dusty, but its contents are great. It’s…the oil made from baby mice.”

Yvonne was shocked. “What…huh?”

Sabrina was stunned too.

Ruth gulped down a big spoonful of mushroom soup, chewing as she explained. “It’s made from baby nice, newly born ones, those that don’t even have fur yet. You soak them in oil for a few months, then filter the oil out.”

Yvonne was confused. “What is this for? Say, Ruth, don’t tell me you eat such weird food! Most people put salt and pepper in their food, and you put oil made from baby mice!”

Even if Yvonne said such words to her, Ruth didn’t grow angry. She didn’t have many friends either. The noble socialites like her cousin only saw her as a dog. But then in the past, Ruth didn’t take normal, everyday people like Yvonne seriously, so she never had any friends. Until yesterday, when her parents chased her out o