"Brother Johnson, I, I know you care a lot about Uncle Smith too, but I am Sophie’s friend, and I also want to know how Uncle Smith is doing now. Can you tell me where he is?" Eva Miller said with her head bowed, not daring to look him in the eye.
"Miss Smith’s father is slowly getting better now, so you don’t have to worry. The doctor said he needs to focus on his recovery, so it’s best you don’t see him now." he said leisurely.
"No buts, if Miss Miller you have nothing else, you can leave now."
Eva Miller seemed to make up her mind before raising her head.
"Brother Johnson, it’s already mealtime, shall we have dinner together?"
"I’m not used to outside food." He refused her, and Eva Miller’s eyes showed an undisguisable disappointment. Didn’t he agree quite readily last time they ate together?
"Brother Johnson, if you’re not used to outside food, I can cook for you. I think, I think my cooking skills are quite passable."
Actually, when she said this, she was somewhat uncertain inside.
Oliver Johnson’s mouth curved into a slight smile. Perhaps in her mind, he had changed, but hadn’t she as well? The once carefree Eva Miller had now turned into a girl who blushed easily with just a few words from him.
"Let’s go." He said to her, and then walked out of the office.
"Didn’t you say your cooking is passable? Go make dinner for me."
Eva Miller followed his steps in a daze and only came to her senses after getting in his car.
"Brother Johnson, do you prefer Western or Chinese food?"
"Do you like it light or heavy?"
"Oh, actually I can only cook Chinese food, and my specialty is Hunan cuisine, but it generally has a heavier flavor."
Eva Miller cautiously glanced at Oliver Johnson who was driving, pursing her lips. His face showed no emotion, did he regret bringing her back after hearing her food might not suit his taste? This update is available on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Eva Miller racked her brain, thinking about how to make up for what she just said.
She frowned in frustration and pouted, all of which were seen by Oliver Johnson.
"Just feel free to do your best later, don’t have any mental burden." Oliver Johnson teased her, it’s just cooking a meal, no need to act like it’s a battlefield.
"Yes, yes, I will." She nodded vigorously, trying to show her determination, "I won’t let you down."
Oliver Johnson returned home, and the butler came out to greet him.
"Mr. Johnson, how come you’re back so early today?" The butler looked puzzled. Oliver Johnson never had the habit of coming home for lunch, but now it was just the right time for a meal.
"Oh, well then, I’ll get someone to prepare immediately."
"No need, I’ve brought a private chef." With that, he took Eva Miller’s hand and headed to the kitchen.
Eva Miller was at a loss seeing the enormous kitchen.
Oh my, standing in Oliver Johnson’s kitchen, she felt a sense of becoming a top chef, and just by standing there, confidence surged within her.
"Brother Johnson, you go rest first. I’ll call you when it’s ready." She tied on an apron and skillfully picked out the ingredients.
"You don’t need me to help?"
Have him help? How would she dare?
"No, no, you go rest first."