Chapter 170
Matthew searched for the recipe for beef soup on his phone.
The video exined, “Thinly slice the beef, add a little oyster <b>sauce </b>and salt, mix two spoonfuls of water starch, <b>then </b>add two spoonfuls of sesame. oll to lock in the moisture
It didn’t sound difficult.
Orignally, he had thought of ordering takeout for her. However, he knew she didn’t like wasting food. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been worried about the beef going bad when she felt so groggy from being sick. Since that was the case, he might <b>as </b>well cook for her.
cking up any task. Cooking a meal shouldn’t be too difficult for him.
Given his upbringing. Matthew thought he was capable of quickly pickiFrom N?velDrama.Org.
But when he really entered the kitchen, everything was
<b>was </b>diferent.
Previously, he had only assisted Valerie by helping wash vegetables. He had never dealt with meat before, so today was actually the first time in his life… no, the first time in his life that he had touched raw sucat. The blood <b>from </b>the <b>raw </b>meat and the sticky feeling of it was somewhat difficult for him to handle. After finally cleaning it up, he still had to slice the meat thinly<b>.</b>
When Valerie was in the kitchen, Matthew asionally watched her cook. She could easily slice meat with her left hand pressing down on the meat and her right hand holding the knife. However, the knife almost slippest out of his hand when he tried it himself.
Matthew’s face grew heavier with each passing moment.
To be honest, he had grown up smoothly in his life and rarely felt so defeated……
Valerie curiously watched from the sidelines Sering Manhew struggling like this, she couldn’t hear it anymore. She didn’t need to eat the beef
<b>anyway</b>.
Just <b>as </b>she hesitated about how to speak up, Matthew identally knocked over the fork nearby and crouched down to pick <b>it </b>up. Valerie hurriedly tried to dodge, but she was too slow. When their eyes met, Matthew, who had been cold–faced, grew even colder.
“When did you get here?” Matthew asked.
Valerie felt as
is though Matthew’s tone held a hint of embarrassment.
To avoid awkwardness, she quickly waved her lund, Just now.”
Matthew’s expression softened a bit at this, and Valerie took the opportunity to say, “Mr. Grant, I’m feeling better now. Maybe I should cook
instead?”
But Matthew interrupted her decisively. Patients only need to do one thing rest. Stay out of the kitchen”
He was always assertive and would not be swayed. <b>With </b>that said, he pushed <b>her </b>out of the kitchen. Valerie couldn’t argue with him, so she had no choice bait to return to the living room, pick up her cup of hot water, and drink it slowly while observing the situation in the kitchen through the semi–transparent ss. She wasn’t afraid that Matthew would fail at cooking. She was worried <b>that </b>Matthew might identally hurt himself.
Thinking back, their rtionship was more like that of a boss <b>and </b>subordinate than husband and wife.
It was only natural for her to cook for him, so how could a boss cook for his subordinate?
Feeling uneasy, she suddenly heard some strange noisesing from the kitchen, followed by a milled <b>groan</b>.
Valerie was frightened and quickly put down her cup of hot water, grabbing a small nket before rushing into the kitchen. “What’s <b>wrong</b>?”
She saw that the beef on the cutting board had been sliced into pieces<b>, </b>although they were of varying sizes and <b>shapes</b>. They might not look great, but they should still be edible. Tir problem was <b>that </b>Matthew had already put the beet in the pot, and now the pot <b>was </b>overflowing with water.
Matthew had never encountered such <b>a </b>situation before, and the recipe guide didn’t mention anything about this.