I coughed softly, and then I turned my attention back and stir－fried neatly.

I was hoping Carl would leave early.

But Carl stood like a fine person, copying his bags with both hands and leaning against the cupboard door.

I tried to ignore the existence of Carl.

"Prepare one for me." Suddenly, Carl spoke lightly.

I stared blankly for a moment and looked at Carl in disbelief.

Who in Haicheng does not know that Carl is picky about food. He can be picky about ingredients, cooks, cooking and even setting dishes until you collapse. Every cook who serves Carl should not find the second emotion except being careful.

I looked at the dinner plate in front of me again. The food inside was not amazing except that it could be eaten. It was just a common little stir－fry. I don‘t think Carl would like it.

"Is there a problem?" Carl asked again.

I quieted down before saying, "I think what I did may not meet Boss Carl‘s requirements."

"You talk too much." Carl looked at me neither salty nor light.

I really stopped talking.

Since Carl wants to eat, I won‘t stop it.

I thought Carl would leave here after the explanation. Obviously, Carl didn‘t mean to leave either. He continued to watch until I was ready for dinner.

This man didn‘t mean to help, and I didn‘t expect this man to help. I took the food and went out.

When I looked back again, I accidentally saw Carl having a full meal. I stared blankly and did not speak. Suddenly, my cheeks were so hot that they burned up.

This kind of feeling, let me always have an illusion that should not have.

Carl and I are like husband and wife.

What an old wife would do.

For so many years in Pei‘s family, I personally handled every meal between Old Lady Pei and my mother－in－law, but to them, I was more like a little cook.

Not Pei‘s daughter－in－law.

Not to mention Pei Zhao, he seldom eats at home. Even if he eats at home, he will not take the initiative to do such things. The servants will serve him well.

"What are you doing standing up for?" Carl twisted his eyebrows and looked at me. His words were still the impatience peculiar to this person.

I was stunned： "Nothing, I came in to see what else I had to take."

"Chopsticks, spoons, spoons." Carl‘s agile account.

I answered and immediately began to prepare. Carl had already carried out the rest. Soon, I sterilized the utensils and followed me out.

Carl took the tableware from my hand, casually grabbed a mouthful of food, and then drank a mouthful of soup. With this clear grain of rice, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I‘m a little nervous.

I don‘t know if Carl likes it or not.

I shouldn‘t care about this, but I couldn‘t help being together with Carl‘s reaction.

It was not until Carl swallowed it that he said lightly, "Not bad. If I come back later, you can cook at home."

I froze： "..."

"Is there a problem?" Carl‘s tone began to deteriorate again.

I immediately shook my head： "No." After a moment of silence, I paused and continued, "I thought you wouldn‘t like what I made."

Carl didn‘t pay much attention to what I said and just bowed his head and ate.

I also dare not ask more questions. After all, no one can force Carl to say what Carl does not want to say. Besides, I still depend on others now.

It was not until later that I realized that Carl family‘s education for boys was far from strict.

Carl‘s study abroad is not a group of servants. All things have to be done by himself. Therefore, Carl‘s cooking skills are very good and he prefers home－cooked food. As a result, he is especially picky about those exquisite Michelin meals.

… …

Carl, on the other hand, gave me a lot of face. At least the two－person meal I cooked today has been wiped out completely.

Carl put down the bowl and chopsticks, stretched his legs wantonly, and leaned against the sofa without saying much.

I stood up quietly and was ready to tidy up.

Just then, Carl suddenly stretched out his hand and gave me a hand. Before I could reach the dining table, I had already fallen down on Carl.