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 eyes widening. “Are you crazy? It contains medicine!”

be fine. Mr. Arthur 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

was hesitating, the chef put it

his mouth, his eyes brightened. He was surprised that the chicken soup is

to say anything else and

insane. Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid that someone will snatch it from you?”

chef finally found a moment to speak. “I’ve never had chicken soup this delicious.

butler was surprised.

the kitchen, having superb culinary skills. Even

fell on the pot.

soup really be so

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

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

there were just a little more than

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

off a drumstick and biting into

spat it out.

inquired,

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chef tasted it thoughtfully. “It’s

out of curiosity. It indeed lacked flavor. “The nutrition and flavor must have

down her bowl and instructing the chef to discard the remaining chicken and herbs, the butler was ready to leave.

the chef had not disposed of the remaining chicken. Not only had he

are you

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

of cooking and had prepared many delectable

taste of chicken or fish in the soup might be slightly inferior when compared to cooking them separately, the extent to

of cooking. She asked,

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

seasonings. She approached every task with great seriousness and was fully absorbed

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had committed to cooking and preparing medicinal cuisine, she was

not only exquisite taste and appearance but also the ability

to the distinctive flavors of different dishes is the art

medicine 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

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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

knew by heart what seasonings and ingredients would taste like when added together, and what

Gillian had been angry with her and said that she was petty and unwilling to teach her

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

they were cooked, whether with high

just about following recipes but about adapting to the

people watching her prepare medicinal cuisine and trying to replicate all of