Billionaire’s Missing Darling

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

The chef didn’t want to waste such a good thing. Plus, he had been smelling the fragrance for an

as the butler was hesitating, the chef put it into his

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

anything else and quickly swallowed

was hopping on her foot. “You are really insane. Why are you in such a

The chef finally found a moment to speak. “I’ve

The butler was surprised.

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

gaze fell on the

chicken soup really

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

looked at the empty bowl and could not help but

total, there were just a little

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

acted quickly, breaking off a

promptly

inquired, “What’s

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tasted it thoughtfully. “It’s

of curiosity. It indeed lacked flavor. “The

and instructing the chef to discard the remaining chicken and herbs, the butler was ready to

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

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

of cooking and

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

understanding of cooking. She asked, “Is

chef glanced at her. “I can’t do it, and even

contemplating the seasonings. She approached every task with great seriousness

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and preparing medicinal cuisine, she

perfection involved not only exquisite taste and appearance but also

the distinctive flavors of different dishes

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 and

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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

would taste like when added together, and what kind

past, Gillian had been angry with her and said that she was petty and

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, when cooking fresh chicken

cooked, whether with high or low heat,

about following recipes but about adapting to