Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

“No, no.” Old Madam Zhao laughed. “It’s delicious, especially delicious.”

“Yes.” Old Madam Smith praised, “It’s really special and not inferior to the chefs of high-end restaurants. We’re not just saying this to make you happy.”

“I heard you’re not planning to be a private chef for now?” Old Madam Wells asked.

Cindy Clarke nodded, “Due to some personal reasons, I have to temporarily stop being a private chef.”

“That’s a pity.” Old Madam Wells said regretfully, “Otherwise, I would like to hire you. Your cooking is really delicious.”

Old Madam Zhao immediately became alert.

This Old Madam Wells, could she be trying to find an excuse to trick Cindy Clarke into going back to her house and introducing her to Clifford Wells?

Old Madam Zhao did not give Cindy Clarke the chance to answer Old Madam Wells’s question.

What if she agreed?

Wasn’t it because of her soft heart that Cindy Clarke agreed to come here this time?

Old Madam Zhao hurriedly said, “You’ve been busy for so long, come and sit down, eat something, and take a break.”

Cindy Clarke quickly waved her hand, “How can I do that? I’m just about to say goodbye.”

“You’ve been busy cooking for us, how can we let you leave on an empty stomach?” Old Madam Zhao pointed to the empty seat next to Adrian Zhekova, “Hurry up and sit down, we’ve saved a seat for you.”

“This is your gathering, it’s not appropriate for me to stay.” And she had to sit with Adrian Zhekova.

Old Madam didn’t know she was acquainted with Adrian Zhekova yet.

Cindy Clarke didn’t know how to explain it either.

“What’s inappropriate about that?” Old Madam Zhao put on a stern face, “If you don’t agree, I’ll be angry.”

Helpless, Cindy Clarke said, “Then I’ll be troubling you.”

She walked around Adrian Zhekova’s side and sat down awkwardly.

Just when she didn’t know whether to greet Adrian Zhekova or not, he had already spoken first, “What a coincidence.”

“Yes, indeed.” Cindy Clarke said guiltily.

Old Madam Zhao’s eyes lit up, “You two know each other?”

“I’ve also ordered Cindy Clarke’s lunch before.” Adrian Zhekova explained.

“Oh my, that’s a real coincidence. Then you should take special care of Cindy Clarke.” Old Madam Zhao instructed.

“It’s alright, I can do it myself.” Cindy Clarke hurriedly said.

At this time, Old Madam Callaghan asked, “Since you’re temporarily unable to be a private chef, what are you planning to do?”

Immediately, Old Madam Callaghan continued, “If it’s a private matter that’s inconvenient to talk about, you don’t have to say it.”

“It’s nothing, I’ve signed up for the Pingla Cup Cooking Competition. So, I have to spend the rest of my time preparing for the competition and won’t have the time to continue being a private chef.” Cindy Clarke explained with a smile.

“I see.” Old Madam Zhao nodded her head in realization, “This major competition is highly competitive, so it’s necessary to prepare well. At that time, I’ll go to the venue to cheer for you!”

“Alright, thank you.” Cindy Clarke agreed with a smile.

She guessed that Old Madam’s words were just polite and not meant to be taken seriously.

Cindy Clark didn’t take it to heart.

After all, she had only met Old Madam once, and they had a mere customer relationship. It is unlikely that Old Madam, being elderly, would make a special trip to watch the competition for her sake.

“You have trained in this skill, right?” Old Madam Zhao asked.

“I’ve been helping around in my family’s small restaurant kitchen since I was a child, learning from my father. My family has a long tradition of running restaurants, I’m not too sure about the details, but I heard it used to be quite famous, and many famous chefs came out of our family. But that’s all from generations ago. We later declined, but the ancestral skills have been passed down.” Cindy Clarke explained.

“Cindy Clarke, eat quickly.” Old Madam Zhao instructed Adrian Zhekova again,

“You help watch out for her, I think she’s too shy to eat..”