Stuck in you

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.

to notice her and

it had happened made him feel like he was a character in a soap opera. Moreover, he was

through Jack's mind, Rachel indulged herself in eating the steamed

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 the laughter

asked, "Do you like

her lack of table manners. She had finished almost

coughed to hide her embarrassment. Her face flushed red as

smile appeared on Jack's face. Judging by the fact that she ate

softly. He didn't add "for

She was more preoccupied with

knew that you could cook," she

lot of

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

had been too busy to cook at home, only occasionally

had all started when he had been studying abroad. He had quickly gotten fed up of eating Western food and Japanese food,

chef in a Chinese restaurant in China Town and learned some

a lot of effort into learning how to

been so young and free that he had had time to

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

question, he began elaborating on his

spent a few months learning, but that restaurant had been an amazing environment to learn how to cook, even though he

a chef that he had just picked a

the unhygienic place he had ever been to in his

there would make him reek

the chef had been a man with a strong temper, always making sure that Jack arrived at the restaurant on

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

through a lot of ups and downs not only for food, but

had followed the chef around

this, he had also paid attention to the art of using a knife, finding complementary flavors, and so

had gone through such hardship just to cook

talking to someone about it, he realized how funny and ridiculous it

almost picture him

young man from the Fu family would ever have

she asked, "How long did you learn

"For about three months."

her head becoming heavier. The effect of the wine was gradually setting in, even though she had

at all, but she could not help but giggle as she listened to

she rested her cheek on the table and looked up