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.

butler was alarmed by this and quickly stopped him, her eyes widening. “Are you crazy?

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

chef put it

his mouth, his eyes brightened. He

anything else

anxious that she was hopping on her foot. “You are really insane. Why are you in such

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

The butler was surprised.

was a master in the kitchen, having

gaze fell on

soup really

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

them looked at the empty bowl and could not help

were just a little more than

their disappointment and frustration, their gazes landed on the chicken

off a drumstick and

he promptly spat it

butler inquired,

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chef tasted it thoughtfully. “It’s tasteless.”

It indeed lacked flavor. “The nutrition and flavor must have been absorbed by the

to discard the remaining chicken and herbs, the butler

she happened to 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

you doing?”

to study how Ms. Olivia

a serious student of cooking and

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

of cooking. She asked, “Is it

at her. “I can’t do it, and even my

engrossed in contemplating the seasonings. She

1. it.

had committed to cooking and preparing medicinal cuisine, she was determined to excel, striving for

and appearance but also the

of

background 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 them before and understood their medicinal

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as she prepared the dishes, she seemed to do it casually, pinching and sprinkling ingredients with ease. However, it was

like when added together, and what kind of changes

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

The way they were cooked, whether with high or low

about following recipes but about adapting