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.

this and quickly stopped him, her

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

was hesitating, the chef put it into his mouth

as it entered his mouth, his eyes brightened. He was surprised

else

she was hopping on her foot. “You are really insane. Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid that someone will snatch it from you?”

speak. “I’ve never had chicken soup this

was surprised.

superb culinary skills. Even he couldn’t help but praise

gaze fell on the

really be so

and the chef split the remaining chicken soup equally, with each of them getting more than half

the empty bowl and could not help but feel disappointed. “It’s too

total, there were just a little

disappointment and frustration, their gazes landed on the chicken left in the

a drumstick and biting into

promptly spat

inquired, “What’s wrong?”

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chef tasted it thoughtfully. “It’s tasteless.”

It indeed lacked flavor. “The nutrition and flavor must have been absorbed by the

chef to discard the

happened to glance from the corner of her eye and noticed that the chef had not disposed of the remaining chicken. Not only had he not done so, but he was also holding the seasonings in his hand, examining them one

are you doing?”

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

a serious student of cooking and

might be slightly inferior when compared to cooking them separately, the extent to

understanding of cooking.

do it,

the seasonings. She approached every task with great seriousness and

1. it.

to cooking and preparing medicinal cuisine, she was determined

taste and appearance but also the ability to provide

of different dishes is the art

allowed her to understand the balance of flavors and the health benefits associated with different ingredients. Every seasoning and ingredient were nutrients in her eyes. Moreover, she had tasted most of them before

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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 a balanced diet.

taste like when added together, and what kind

Gillian had been angry with her and said that she

to teach. She could not teach at all. When she prepared medicinal cuisine, it was all about improvisation, adding ingredients on

high or

just about following recipes but about adapting to

people watching her prepare medicinal cuisine and trying to replicate all of her steps, the end results were never quite the