Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

With Cindy Clarke’s pace at that time, if he still stood in the same place, he would certainly not have heard anything.

But Cindy didn’t look back, and didn’t know, that when she walked away, he also followed behind her.

So, he was able to hear the conversation in her Whatsapp.

Also, this young girl doesn’t think enough.

Even if she did play mind games, would he definitely help?

Whether he would help or not would still depend on himself.

It has nothing to do with whether she’s tricky.

“Thank you.” Cindy counted, her indebtedness to him growing, “I just contacted the people at Facebook as well, I originally wanted to ask them to remove Morgan Zhekova’s pictures, but they said Sheldon Rowland had already alerted them.”

Adrian Zhekova had acted faster than her.

“If you want to thank me, deliver lunch to me tomorrow.” Adrian Zhekova tapped on the desktop a few times.

He thought of her delivering lunch to others.

Must he eat the same as others?

“Cooking Competition starts next week,” Adrian Zhekova said, “Once it begins, you won’t have time to work as a private chef, delivering lunch. You have to be busy preparing for the Competition, designing the cuisine.”

“So, I suggest you stop the private chef and delivery work for now.” Adrian Zhekova said schemingly, “It’s best to stop now, to prepare properly for the major competition. ”

Cindy didn’t expect that Adrian Zhekova would say this because he didn’t want to see her delivering food to others and he didn’t want others to eat the same as him.

What he ate must be unique!

Cindy simply thought Adrian was being reasonable: “Mm, I think so too. Then

I’ll stop this work tomorrow and prepare lunch only for you.”

Adrian Zhekova’s mouth curled up slightly, and quickly dropped again.

But thinking that Cindy could not see, he undisguisedly revealed his cunning smile.

“I usually deliver lunch to your company’s employees around 12:05 pm or 12:10 pm. Is that time convenient for you?”

Then, Cindy hung up the phone, closed her online shop, and informed each of her old customers one by one that she couldn’t provide lunch service for a long time.

After taking care of all these things, she received a call in no time. “Hello, is this Miss Clarke?” a slightly old female voice came over the phone.

“Yes, may I ask who this is-

“Are you available the day after tomorrow? We are having a gathering at our home at noon. I invited a few old friends to have a meal. So, I wanted to invite you to prepare lunch. No limit on the price, just quote the price once you prepare the menu.” the speaker said.

The no price limit did come as a little surprise.

This undoubtedly gave her a great deal of scope. If it was before, she would have agreed right away.

“I’m really sorry, but I have just closed my online shop. Due to my personal reasons, I will not be running my private chef service for a long time.” Cindy Clarke apologized.

“You can’t come? What am I supposed to do now? Oh dear!” The old madam sighed in disappointment, and her sadness could be felt over the phone.

“I heard your cooking is very good, and you can prepare different cuisines based on the customer’s tastes. All of us old friends are gourmets, so we thought of inviting you..”