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After a pause, Jack turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Didn't I make breakfast in your place once?"

Rachel stared blankly back at him, finally remembering that Jack had indeed made breakfast for her once. But still, she was surprised that he could cook something more elaborate than fried eggs.

After she went back to watching TV in the living room, Jack took out the fish and the steak, intending to make steamed fish and filet mignon⁠, both of which would taste great paired with red wine.

He placed a steamer pot on one burner and a skillet on another, leaving them to heat up while he prepared the ingredients and lined them up on the kitchen counter.

Meanwhile, sitting in the living room, Rachel tried to focus on watching TV, but she found herself being drawn again and again to what was happening in the kitchen.

When she turned her head around, she saw Jack bend over the kitchen counter, completely focused on chopping up some ingredients.

Sensing a pair of eyes on him, Jack shifted slightly and turned around, but by then, Rachel had turned back to the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the program that was on.

The noisy laughter from the TV program echoed throughout the villa.

Even after Jack turned his focus back to cooking, Rachel continued to stare blankly at the TV screen, but her mind as elsewhere.

She did not come back to reality until ten minutes later, when the mouthwatering aroma of steamed fish and ginger wafted over to her.

Sniffing like a puppy, she turned around and asked, "You made steamed fish?"

Without waiting for a reply, she eagerly strode to the kitchen and saw steamed fish as well as some filet mignon.

Jack, who was standing near the sink washing his hands, raised an eyebrow at her.

Rachel just looked appreciatively at the dishes, surprised that Jack could cook so well.

A few minutes later, they were both sitting at the dining table, ready to eat.

There were two portions of steak and one portion of steamed fish on the table.

If anyone else saw this scene, they would be shocked.

How could the arrogant president of MK Group make lunch and even serve his wife and himself?

Rachel watched Jack for a moment, and then looked at the pair of chopsticks in front of her in confusion. "Why did you bring bowls and chopsticks for Western food?"

Jack looked at the dishes on the table as if he had forgotten what they were, and then laughed. "We're at home, so we can just eat comfortably, right? It's up to you."

He didn't care about whether the cutlery was suitable or not. Right now, he was so tired and hungry that he just wanted to eat as soon as possible.

Noticing his exhaustion, Rachel poured two glasses of wine. After clinking their glasses, both of them took a sip. Neither of them had expected that they could have such a pleasant day together, but Jack was even more surprised than Rachel was.

For the last ten years or so, he had never paid any attention to this woman. However, in just the last three to four months, everything had changed.

notice her and even

in a soap opera. Moreover, he was worried that he would frighten her

Rachel indulged herself in eating the steamed fish

prepare steamed fish, the quantity of the ingredients and the timing had to be just right to achieve the perfect taste. It seemed that Jack was well-versed in these

silence. The only sound in the room was

Jack asked, "Do you like the fish that

table manners. She had finished almost half of the fish after telling him that she had already

to hide her embarrassment. Her face flushed red as she said,

face. Judging by the fact that she ate almost half

he said softly. He didn't add

for him, Rachel didn't notice the affection in his voice. She

never knew that you

smiled. "There's a lot of things

he had lived alone most of the time, except for a short period of time when

he had been too busy to cook at home, only occasionally

had quickly gotten fed up

he had found a chef in a Chinese restaurant in China Town and learned

lot of effort into learning how to cook authentic

because he had been so young and free that he

he had taken the time to learn it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had anything

on

few months learning, but that restaurant had been an amazing environment to

been so impatient to find a chef that he had just

unhygienic place he had ever been to in his life, with the kitchen full of smoke

minutes there would

with a strong temper, always making sure that

punctual every single day, regardless of whether he had to go

of ups and downs not only for

cooking skills, he had followed the chef around and carefully watched everything

to the art of using a knife, finding complementary

through such hardship just to cook food that would

it, he realized how

him quietly, she could almost picture him following around an old chef in

that the spoiled young man from the Fu

story, she asked, "How long did you learn from

"For about three months."

heavier. The effect of the wine was gradually setting in, even though

she could not help but giggle

her cheek on the table and