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.

him, her eyes widening. “Are you crazy? It

the prescription and he said it’s nutritious.” The chef didn’t want to waste such a good thing. Plus, he had been smelling the fragrance

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

his eyes brightened. He was surprised that the chicken soup

to say anything else and quickly swallowed

Why

delicious!” The chef finally found a moment to speak. “I’ve never had chicken

The butler was surprised.

kitchen, having superb culinary skills. Even

fell on the

soup

each of them

at the empty bowl and could not help but

total, there were just a

frustration, their gazes landed on the chicken left in the

quickly, breaking off a drumstick and biting

promptly spat

inquired, “What’s

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tasted it thoughtfully.

took a bite out of curiosity. It indeed lacked flavor. “The nutrition and flavor must have

placing down her bowl and instructing the chef to discard the remaining chicken and herbs,

her eye and noticed that the chef had not disposed of the remaining

are you

study how Ms. Olivia cooked the chicken soup

chef was also a serious student of cooking

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

have much understanding of cooking. She asked, “Is it

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

room, engrossed in contemplating the seasonings. She approached every task with great seriousness and

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

only exquisite taste and appearance but also the

distinctive flavors of different dishes is the art of

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

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pinching and sprinkling ingredients with ease. However, it was all the result of high–speed calculations in her mind, ensuring

by heart what seasonings and ingredients would taste like when added together, and what kind of changes

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

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

way they were cooked, whether with high or low heat,

but about adapting to the situation as