Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 177

After the chicken soup was ready, the butler didn’t send it directly to Anthony. Instead, she went to see Lindy first.

Lindy was drinking coffee. When she heard this, her hand that was holding the coffee cup paused slightly.

She slowly put down the coffee cup. “Has Mr. Arthur checked on it?”

The butler knew what Lindy was going to ask and quickly replied, “He checked it. The prescription is very special and seemed to be nutritious, but he isn’t sure if it’s useful.”

Eaton Arthur was an old retired doctor who used to work at the

provincial hospital.

After his retirement, he was hired by the Patterson family to take care of Anthony’s health on a daily basis.

Lindy hesitated, rubbing the sides of her cup with her thumb and index finger, unable to make up her mind.

She didn’t like Olivia, considering her too young.

However, when she saw her cooking the medicinal cuisine, she felt touched.

After some contemplation, her maternal instincts took over.

It was just two bowls of chicken soup. She considered pouring them away since nothing is more important than Anthony’s health.

The prescription seemed fine, but who knew if there would be any

adverse effects after drinking it?

“Pour it.” Lindy picked up her coffee cup and began to sip it.

The butler returned to the kitchen and had the chef pour out the chicken

soup.

“Pour it?” The chef couldn’t control the volume of his voice, and it came out sharply.

The butler glanced at him unhappily, saying, “Why are you being so loud?”

The chef looked at the chicken soup in the pot with a conflicted expression. “How can we pour away something so good? If Anthony doesn’t want it, I’ll drink it.”

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As he spoke, he ladled a bowl of soup and was about to put it in his mouth.

alarmed by this and quickly stopped him, her eyes widening. “Are you

has seen the prescription and he said it’s nutritious.” The chef didn’t want to waste such a good thing. Plus, he had been smelling the fragrance for an hour. If he didn’t get to taste it,

hesitating, the chef put it into his mouth and took a big

eyes brightened. He was surprised that the chicken soup is

didn’t bother to say anything else

that she was hopping on her foot. “You are really insane. Why are you in such a hurry? Are

moment to speak. “I’ve never had chicken soup

was surprised.

superb culinary skills. Even he couldn’t

gaze fell on

soup really be so

with each of them getting more than half a bowl. It left them with a

them looked at the empty bowl

a little more than two bowls.

gazes landed on

chef acted quickly, breaking off a drumstick and biting

he promptly spat it

butler inquired, “What’s wrong?”

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chef tasted it thoughtfully. “It’s

butler took a bite out of curiosity. It indeed lacked flavor. “The nutrition and flavor must have been absorbed by the

and instructing the chef to discard the remaining chicken and herbs,

departing, she happened to glance from the corner of her eye and noticed that the chef had not disposed of the remaining chicken. Not only

you

spat out the seasoning. “I want to study how Ms. Olivia cooked the chicken soup so

student of cooking

chicken or fish in the soup might be slightly inferior when compared to cooking them separately, the extent to which it differed

didn’t have much understanding of cooking. She asked, “Is it very difficult?”

can’t do it, and even my chef instructor can’t do it.”

seasonings. She approached every task with

1. it.

she had committed to cooking and preparing medicinal cuisine, she

not only exquisite taste and appearance but also the

of different dishes is the art

different ingredients. Every seasoning and ingredient were

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as she prepared the dishes, she seemed to do it casually, pinching and sprinkling ingredients with ease. However, it was all the result of high–speed calculations in her mind, ensuring that the dishes achieved

by heart what seasonings and ingredients would taste like when added together, and what kind of changes would happen under the different heat.

her and said that she was petty and unwilling to teach her how

prepared medicinal cuisine, it was all about improvisation, adding ingredients on the spot. For example, when cooking

cooked, whether with high or low heat,

but about adapting to the

and trying to replicate all of her steps, the end results were never quite the same.