Daddy! Come Home for Dinner! - C.450 - : I Donā€™t Believe You, Ghost!

Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

C.450 - : I Donā€™t Believe You, Ghost!
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Chapter 450: Chapter 450: I Donā€™t Believe You, Ghost!

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ā€œAssistant Sheldon.ā€ Cindy Clarke laughed as she called out.

ā€œCindy Clarke.ā€ 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, ā€œMiss Clarke!ā€

Cindy Clarke:

Sheldon Rowland:

Look at the power of the scumbag CEO.

But also because of the secretariesā€™ uniform call, Adrian Zhekova in the office heard it too.

He opened the office door and saw Cindy Clarke standing outside.

ā€œCindy,ā€ 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, ā€œThen Iā€™ll go in first.ā€

After saying that, she escaped like a drill into Adrian Zhekovaā€™s office.

ā€œDid you say something to them? I was embarrassed by the enthusiasm I encountered all the way.ā€ Cindy Clarke patted her chest with lingering fear.

ā€œI didnā€™t say anything. Itā€™s their spontaneous respect from the heart for the future CEOā€™s wife.ā€ Adrian Zhekova said.

Cindy Clarke:

Iā€™ll believe you, a ghost.

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Cindy Clarke placed the food container on the coffee table and said, ā€œI did some research this morning. This is the new Yellow Croaker in soup. Come and have a taste and give me your feedback.ā€

Cindy Clarke asked hesitantly, ā€œArenā€™t you tired of eating it?ā€

ā€œThis is a big dish. Itā€™s rare to eat it a few times.ā€ Adrian Zhekova laughed. Although he could eat it anytime if he wanted, the truth was that he really couldnā€™t think of eating this dish normally.

ā€œTo get tired of it, youā€™ll have to come a few more times.ā€ Adrian Zhekova said with a smile.

Cindy Clarke put the lunch on the coffee table and opened the food container.

Naturally, she didnā€™t just make the Yellow Croaker in Soup

She also made quite a few other dishes.

Adrian Zhekova couldnā€™t 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 Zhekovaā€™s 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.

ā€œWhat? Is the taste still not right?ā€ Cindy Clarke said nervously.

With a serious expression, Adrian Zhekova said solemnly, ā€œIn the next competition, if this dish doesnā€™t get a high ranking, Iā€™ll have to suspect the judges are biased.ā€

At first, Cindy Clarke felt suspended by his words, her heart hanging. fɾeewebnoveā„“.coą¹“

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!

ā€œYou scared me to death. I thought it wouldnā€™t taste good.ā€ Cindy Clarke let out a breath.

ā€œItā€™s delicious.ā€ Adrian Zhekova took another bite of the fish, ā€œCompared to the last time, itā€™s on a completely different level. How did you do it?ā€

Cindy Clarke smiled proudly, ā€œItā€™s a secret. Youā€™ll see how I do it during the competition.ā€

Adrian Zhekova saw that she was still keeping the secret: ā€œFine.ā€

Cindy Clarke then remembered something, ā€œYouā€™re coming to the next competition, right?ā€

ā€œOf course,ā€ Adrian Zhekova immediately said, ā€œMy fiancĆ©eā€™s competition, such an important event, how could I not be there?ā€

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