Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Divorced but Delighted Chapter 280

Chapter 280 What’s Your Surname?

“Go! Why not?”

Before Freddy could reply, Dr. Charles rushed to answer.

Dr. Charles was worrying about what to eat for lunch. The smell of the food of Sapidity Restaurant made him lose his appetite, especially since he had been eating food cooked by Cierra for the past two days.

It was difficult to go from extravagance to frugal. For Dr. Charles, now eating the food cooked by other people was just like chewing wax.

When Dr. Charles heard Wilson’s suggestion, he was in total agreement.

It was a bandwagon effect. If one person stood up in agreement, most of the rest would not object.

Freddy had no objection and was eager to have two more meals cooked by Cierra.

However, he remained reserved for a moment. “Let’s see if Cierra’s willing or not. I have no objections.”

In fact, Cierra didn’t really care.

Although she was lazy, she was still willing to cook for her elders.

What’s more, the dishes here were all prepared, and the kitchen utensils were very professional. She just needed to make them. It was not troublesome.

“However…’

Cierra didn’t keep it to herself and openly spoke of the confusion in her heart, “Of course there’s no problem to cook for you three, but if I leave, who will be the judge on half of L’Opera Restaurant?”

“Well, it’s not a big deal. There are so many judges. It doesn’t matter if you leave now.”

Freddy didn’t care about being the judge. He had never participated in any competition

before.

However, Wilson had his own selfish motives.

He wanted to have a taste of the young girl’s cooking and see if Freddy was trying to

fool him.

After all, such a young girl was known as the 22nd-generation successor of the Mayo family. Even if Dr. Charles could prove it, Wilson still had some doubts in his heart.

As for the judge, he didn’t want to let her go either.

L’Opera Restaurant was very famous. In the past, they had never taken the competition. seriously. This year, Sapidity Restaurant was the one holding the competition, but he had invited someone here. It was not an exaggeration to say that they had gave him

face.

he drove her away, wouldn’t all his efforts be in

comments and cooking won’t affect each other. Since she is good at cooking, when she finishes cooking two dishes at random, the children in the competition will not probably get their food cooked. We can compare the dishes with hers so that those arrogant children can

your senior sister? Don’t call

both cunning old guys, so Freddy knew what Wilson was thinking at a

“Wilson is really shameless.

on L’Opera Restaurant

reluctant to let

the benefits.

surprised Freddy was

me and this group of young people. Since I have enjoyed the reputation of L’Opera Restaurant’s Senior Sister for too

to spur themselves on

been known as a talented genius since

from her

lose oneself after

that as long as she made something delicious,

the world. How

different tastes and secret recipes, just the most common home-cooked dishes would fail if

young people on the stage, and

heart.

the competition, she still wanted to give

with others but

course, this was not the only reason why Cierra

very apologetic upon hearing

Suppression was nothing

was a polite teasing, she still felt

I agree, it will be less awkward to

were discussing what to eat at noon, a man’s voice came from behind them. If one listened

I join you for this

listened to their discussion. It was not until the result

and frowned when she saw

do you dislike me that

“Isn’t this nonsense?

saying goes, a qualified

it seems that he will not stop until he

him. The expression on her face

the kitchen. This is Mr. Trevino, your guest. Please take care of him. I have some

was brought here by her grandfather. The Barton family could treat him at will, but the Chester family

didn’t want to make things difficult for her grandfather, so she didn’t want to show her

was good enough to

between the two young people. He was a little surprised, but he did not ask much. “Okay, I’ll take