Chapter 450: 450: I Don’t Believe You, Ghost!
Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!
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âAssistant Sheldon.â Cindy Clarke laughed as she called out.
âCindy Clarke.â Sheldon Rowland just spoke out.
From within the secretary room, all the secretaries heard the sound and came running out.
Then they all lined up in the corridor and shouted together, âMiss Clarke!â
Cindy Clarke:
Sheldon Rowland:
Look at the power of the scumbag CEO.
But also because of the secretariesâ uniform call, Adrian Zhekova in the office heard it too.
He opened the office door and saw Cindy Clarke standing outside.
âCindy,â Adrian Zhekova felt that after a busy morning, seeing Cindy Clarke at this time really made all his fatigue disappear.
Cindy Clarke let out a sigh of relief and quickly said, âThen Iâll go in first.â
After saying that, she escaped like a drill into Adrian Zhekovaâs office.
âDid you say something to them? I was embarrassed by the enthusiasm I encountered all the way.â Cindy Clarke patted her chest with lingering fear.
âI didnât say anything. Itâs their spontaneous respect from the heart for the future CEOâs wife.â Adrian Zhekova said.
Cindy Clarke:
Iâll believe you, a ghost.
Cindy Clarke placed the food container on the coffee table and said, âI did some research this morning. This is the new Yellow Croaker in soup. Come and have a taste and give me your feedback.â
Cindy Clarke asked hesitantly, âArenât you tired of eating it?â
âThis is a big dish. Itâs rare to eat it a few times.â Adrian Zhekova laughed. Although he could eat it anytime if he wanted, the truth was that he really couldnât think of eating this dish normally.
âTo get tired of it, youâll have to come a few more times.â Adrian Zhekova said with a smile.
Cindy Clarke put the lunch on the coffee table and opened the food container.
Naturally, she didnât just make the Yellow Croaker in Soup
She also made quite a few other dishes.
Adrian Zhekova couldnât tell the difference between this Yellow Croaker in soup and the one he ate last time just by looking at its appearance.
However, Cindy was somewhat nervous and apprehensive waiting for Adrian Zhekovaâs evaluation.
Adrian Zhekova cut open the fish belly and a light tea-like soup poured out.
This time, there was more to the soup.
In addition to the white pearl-like meatballs, there were also reddish and golden little meatballs close to being translucent, almost as big as the pearl-like meatballs.
The red and white colors looked impressive together.
Adrian Zhekova then tasted a spoonful of the soup.
Cindy Clarke saw Adrian Zhekova chew a few times and suddenly freeze, looking at her in astonishment.
âWhat? Is the taste still not right?â Cindy Clarke said nervously.
With a serious expression, Adrian Zhekova said solemnly, âIn the next competition, if this dish doesnât get a high ranking, Iâll have to suspect the judges are biased.â
At first, Cindy Clarke felt suspended by his words, her heart hanging.
After hearing his entire statement, her heart finally calmed down.
These ups and downs really scared her.
This man, why even bother talking while gasping for breath!
âYou scared me to death. I thought it wouldnât taste good.â Cindy Clarke let out a breath.
âItâs delicious.â Adrian Zhekova took another bite of the fish, âCompared to the last time, itâs on a completely different level. How did you do it?â
Cindy Clarke smiled proudly, âItâs a secret. Youâll see how I do it during the competition.â
Adrian Zhekova saw that she was still keeping the secret: âFine.â
Cindy Clarke then remembered something, âYouâre coming to the next competition, right?â
âOf course,â Adrian Zhekova immediately said, âMy fiancéeâs competition, such an important event, how could I not be there?â