Chapter 12

Hiss...

The rice was a bit burnt again.

I quickly, stealthily, and clumsily added some green onions and garlic.

A moment later.

The rice miraculously no longer smelled burnt.

I set the dishes on the table.

Anastasia's eyes nearly popped out when she saw the food.

"Is that it?"

"You're serving Mr. Thorne potato slices, stir-fried pork, and mapo tofu?!"

I was confused too.

What was wrong with these dishes? These were the best I could make.

What, now that he's a CEO, he doesn't eat home cooking anymore?

Does he expect lobster and abalone every day?

Anastasia rolled her eyes. "So greasy, and so ordinary."

"Forget it, I'll call the regular chef and hurry her along."

"No need." Liam had already walked over and sat directly at the table. "Home-cooked meals are fine."

When he saw the dishes, he tasted a bite of the potato slices and paused.