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.

was alarmed by this and quickly stopped him, her eyes widening. “Are

good thing. Plus, he had been smelling

hesitating, the chef put it into his mouth and

brightened. He was surprised that the chicken soup is astonishingly

anything

hopping on her foot. “You are really insane. Why are you

found a moment to speak. “I’ve

The butler was surprised.

all, the chef was a master in the kitchen, having superb culinary skills.

gaze fell on

this chicken soup really be

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

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

were just a

landed on the chicken left in the

off a

he promptly spat it

butler inquired, “What’s

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it thoughtfully. “It’s tasteless.”

lacked flavor. “The nutrition and

to discard the remaining chicken and herbs, the butler was

not disposed of the remaining chicken. Not only had he not done so, but he was also holding the seasonings in

are you doing?”

to study how Ms. Olivia cooked the

was also a serious student of cooking and had prepared many delectable

might be slightly inferior when compared to cooking them separately, the extent to which it differed was unprecedented. It seemed like all

of cooking. She asked,

glanced at her. “I can’t do it, and

seasonings. She approached

1. it.

and preparing medicinal

and appearance but also the ability to

flavors of different dishes is the art of

Every seasoning and ingredient were nutrients in her

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

would taste like when added together, and what kind

that she

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

were cooked, whether with high or low heat, will

but about adapting to the situation