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.

and quickly stopped him, her eyes widening. “Are you

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

hesitating, the chef put

his eyes brightened. He was surprised that

anything else and quickly

hopping on her foot. “You are really insane. Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid that someone will

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

The butler was surprised.

the kitchen, having

gaze fell on the

this chicken soup really be

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

two of them looked at the empty bowl and could not help but feel disappointed. “It’s too

a little more

gazes landed on the chicken left in the

acted quickly, breaking off a drumstick and

he promptly

butler inquired,

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it thoughtfully.

lacked flavor.

her bowl and instructing the chef to discard the remaining chicken and

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,

are you doing?”

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

serious student of cooking and

or fish in the soup might be slightly inferior when compared to cooking them separately, the extent to which it differed was unprecedented. It seemed like all the essence and savory flavor of the chicken had

didn’t have much understanding of cooking. She asked, “Is it very

do it, and even

the seasonings. She approached

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preparing medicinal cuisine, she

not only exquisite taste and appearance but also the ability to provide

key to the distinctive flavors of

in traditional 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 of

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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

ingredients would taste like when added together, and what

that she was petty

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

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

just about following recipes but about adapting to the situation