“Does Miss have any orders?”


    The man asked in a serious manner.


    Vivian Mond slightly raised her eyebrows lightly, inclined her head to look at the greens in the pot, and would smile, “Who likes greens? I want to eat meat.”


    In fact, greens are also her very favorite greens, he knew her preference, so he deliberately went to the vegetable market to buy them.


    “Sorry, I was negligent and gave too little ‘meat’, I will get more meat for Miss tonight.”


    His words were meaningful.


    Vivian Mond naturally understood what he meant and couldn’t help but float around, her cheeks flushed scarlet.


    “Uh … actually, more green vegetables would be good.”


    Reaching out and pointing to the greens in the pan, “You hurry up and fry the vegetables, if you don’t toss them, they’ll be mushy.”


    “Yes, Miss.”


    The man answered and turned back to continue frying.


    Vivian Mond stood behind him, quietly watching him concentrate on cooking, his heart was as sweet as honey.


    Although he had changed his voice and disguised himself, how could Vivian Mond not recognize his identity?


    I have to say, she really underestimated Morris Cheal’s ability, I did not expect him to be proficient in all the 18 skills, which really surprised her.


    If it wasn’t for the skinny congee at breakfast, she wouldn’t have been sure he was Morris Cheal.


    Vivian Mond knew that Morris Cheal was good at making porridge, but why did he learn not only the Cryptguage, but also cooking in a short time?


    After thinking about it, Vivian Mond guessed that it should be the cooking he learned during the six months he disappeared, and also learned the Cryptguage.


    With such a short time, what kind of test was it for him to not only secretly arrange forces, but also learn cooking and a foreignnguage?


    Vivian Mond couldn’t imagine how Morris Cheal did it, and all she could say in her heart was that she was moved beyond words.


    Suddenly, she realized that the distance between their abilities was like a gxy.


    If she did not try to be better, Vivian Mond felt that she was not good enough for Morris Cheal.


    He, a wless man, faithful to love; willing to sacrifice himself for his wife …


    What kind of woman does it take to be worthy of a wless man?


    “Does thedy like braised pork or buckled pork with plum vegetables?”


    Morris Cheal loaded fried greens onto a te and brushed the pan while inquiring her, “What do you want to eat, you can tell me, I will go to the market this afternoon to buy food.”N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    “I …”


    Vivian Mond stood there, looking at Morris Cheal, hands behind her back wanting to say something, a million emotions hidden in her moist andplex eyes.


    “You can eat anything. Tried your hand this morning, not bad, great … chef.”


    Despite the absence of both Houghton and Destiny, Vivian Mond didn’t dare to tantly chat with Morris Cheal in their true capacity as husband and wife.


    The two must keep their distance in order not to be noticed.


    “Thanks for thepliment, Miss. Go ahead and get busy, I’ll call you guys for dinner when I’m done.” He looked at Vivian Mond and the corners of his lips pulled up in a curve.


    But his makeup at the moment was very earthy, even giving a sense of simple and honest resemnce, this smile, very grounded.


    “Hmm.”


    Vivian Mond slightly jawed, restraining the urge to walk up and hug him, hesitant to turn around.


    Finally, the word was, “Good job.”


    Morris Cheal ced the pot on the stove top and wiped his hands on the apron in front of him, in a way that was especially fitting for a chef.


    His eyes, which wore tan pupils, rippled with a light smile, “It’s all I should do.”


    Morris Cheal had a double entendre.


    A word that melted Vivian Mond’s heart.


    She looked at him with a lot of tenderness, and felt that she could not walk as if her feet were filled with lead, but only wanted to look at him quietly, all the time.