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.

quickly stopped him, her eyes

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,

was hesitating, the chef put it into his mouth and

eyes brightened. He was surprised that the chicken soup is astonishingly

anything else and quickly swallowed the soup.

that 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

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

butler was

was a master in the kitchen, having superb culinary skills. Even he couldn’t help but praise the

fell on the

really be so delicious?

end, the butler and the chef split the remaining chicken soup equally, with each of them getting more than half a bowl. It left them

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

just a little more than

disappointment and frustration, their gazes landed on the chicken left

quickly, breaking off a drumstick and biting into

promptly spat it

butler inquired,

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it thoughtfully. “It’s tasteless.”

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

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

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?”

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

serious student of cooking and had prepared many

to cooking them separately, the extent to

didn’t have much understanding of cooking. She

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

She approached every task with

1. it.

and preparing medicinal cuisine, she was determined to

and appearance

flavors of different dishes is

balance of flavors and the health benefits associated with different ingredients. Every

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casually, pinching and sprinkling ingredients with ease. However, it was all the result of high–speed calculations in her

seasonings and ingredients would taste like when added together, and what kind of changes

with her and said that she was petty and unwilling to teach her how to make medicinal cuisine.

was not that she was unwilling to teach. She could not teach at all. When she prepared medicinal cuisine, it was all about improvisation, adding ingredients on the spot. For example,

way they were cooked, whether with high or low heat, will also yield

but about adapting to

were a group of people watching her prepare medicinal cuisine and trying to replicate all of her steps, the end results were