Chapter 621 Julien Caused Even More Trouble "tter! tter!"
At that moment, the pot on the stove suddenly began to rattle. Its contents had begun to boil and
caused the lid to rise with the steam.
Sydney heard the noise and quickly paused in her actions as she nced at the stove. "The soup is
done, n
"What should I do? " asked Julien.
Pointing at the knob on the stove, she told him, "Turn off the fire, stir the soup with thedle, and set
the pot aside forter."
"Alright. I''ll do it. " After saying that, he walked to the stove.
Sydney suddenly thought of something and said, "You only need to stir it. I''ll move the potter.”
Since one of his arms was injured, there was no way he would be able to move the pot to another
ce with both hands.
Julien also knew he couldn''t move the pot, so he didn''t refuse her and then turned off the stove.
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After that, he picked up thedle next to the stove and went to remove the lid off the pot.
Unfortunately, because he didn''t know anything about cooking skills, he wasn''t careful in avoiding
the steam as he lifted the lid. As a result, the vapor from the boiling water scalded his wrist.
At once, Julien let out a muffled grunt as his brow furrowed in pain.
Hearing the noise he made, Sydney hurried forward to check on him. "What''s the matter? "
He calmly set the lid aside. "Nothing."
"Really? " She squinted in skepticism, clearly not believing his words. After all, she had heard him
grunting in pain.
However, Julien only averted his gaze as his eyes flickered. He did not dare to look at her and said,
"I''m fine."
"I don''t believe you." There was no way Sydney wouldn''t be able to tell that he was afraid of being
found out. Pursing her lips, she said, "Tell me what happened. Or I''ll examine you myself."
Her stern expression and serious tone of voice made him finallypromise. Then, he lifted his
right hand and exposed his wrist to her.
When Sydney saw the red patch on his pale skin, she instantly could tell what had happened and
asked in dismay, "Did you burn yourself? "
With a lowered head, Julien coughed once to admit it.
Sydney was confused and questioned, "How did you burn yourself?"
"From the steam." He answered as he nced back at the stove.
At that point, she was both amused and exasperated as she said, "Alright. I see you don''t know how
to do anything apart from plucking vegetables. I think you''d better leave the kitchen then. You don''t
have to help me. I''m afraid the more you help me, the busier I will be, and you''ll be injured more."
Julien lowered his head in shame. "My apologies..."
He never thought he would be so useless that he would be unable to help even by doing little
chores in the kitchen.
She could see that he felt downcast.
After all, he had leaped at the chance to help her, but he caused more trouble for her. It was natural
that he would be upset. He felt sorry for her and let her down.
However, Sydney didn''t feel disappointed.
It was excusable for Julien not to know these things.
Moreover, she was alreadyforted by the thought that he had taken the initiative to help out.
"Don''t overthink it. I believe that you won''t be like this once your arm has fully healed." Sydney
assured as she patted his arm infort.
As Julien nced down at his arm, his heart filled with hope once again.
It wasn''t that he couldn''t do anything well. It was just that his arm hadn''t fully healed yet.
Moreover, he could learn to do things that he didn''t know how to do.
There was no doubt that he would be able to help her with some things in the future.
At the same time, he discovered that working with her in the kitchen or elsewhere made him ted.
It was something he loved doing and he found it extremely satisfying.
Sydney said, "Come with me to treat your burn."
Since she had suffered quite a few burns herself when she first started learning how to cook, she
was well aware of what it felt like.
There was no doubt that Julien''s wrist prickled with pain at that moment.
Then he followed her out of the kitchen.
After asking him to sit on the couch, Sydney went back to her room and pulled out a family first-aid
kit.
As she carried it back into the living room, she ced it on the coffee table before bending down to
open the kit and searching through it for the medications she needed.
"Show me your wrist." She instructed him as she opened the pack of cotton swabs.
Julien obediently did as instructed and extended his forearm to expose his wrist.
First, Sydney dabbed the cotton swab in rubbing alcohol and applied it on his burn wound to
disinfect it. Then, she pulled out a bottle of cold spray and squirted some on his injury.
The moment the cold spray touched Julien''s skin, Julien instantly felt that her wrist had no burning
pain and was veryfortable. Then, his furrowed brows rxed in relief.
Upon seeing that, Sydney chuckled before tearing a burn dressing from its packaging and applying
it on the wound. "Don''t get it wet, and you''ll have to leave the dressing on for a few hours. Your burn
wound will be gone by tomorrow morning."
Julien withdrew his hand. He nodded as he looked at the treated wound with a gentle expression. "I
understand."
"You can sit here and watch TV then. I''ll go and finish making dinner. We''ll be able to eat soon." She
closed the first-aid kit and stood up.
By now, it was past 9:00 p.m. and she couldn''t afford to dy anymore.
If she did, it would be extremelyte by the time they were to eat.
Knowing that it was best that he did not help in the kitchen for fear of causing her even more
trouble,
Julien remained on the couch, saying, "Go on, then. I''ll wait for you."
Sydney mumbled a response to him and went back into the kitchen.
Soon, there was the sound of cooking in the kitchen.
Julien took this opportunity to take out his cell phone and call Zach.
Zach hadn''t rested for the night at the moment, and he was instead workingte in his own study.
He was extremely busy because the Flint Corporation was delving into new territoriestely.
Technically speaking, as both the CEO and the chairman of the board, Julien should have been the
busiest one. After all, many things required his approval as the decision maker during the
development of a new field.
On the contrary, Julien was now the least busy person in the entire Flint Corporation.
In order to apany Sydney, he asked his subordinates to handle manypany affairs, and
Zach got the most tasks.
That was why Zach was still busy at work at this moment.
When Zach heard his cell phone ringing, hebed his hair with his fingers before putting down his
pen and grabbing his phone to look at the caller ID. He thought, ''Gee! It is my exploitative boss!''
It meant bad news for Julien to call him at this time!
After makingints about Julien in his heart, Zach finally answered the phone with a polite
smile. '' Good evening, Mr. Flint."
"Find me a chef tomorrow," ordered Julien.
Zach was confused and asked, "A chef? Are you intending to rece the chef at the Flint Mansion?
''
"No, I need you to find me a chef, so I can learn how to cook from him," said Julien.
Zach nearly choked to death on his own saliva. "What? You want to learn how to cook? "
"Yes."
As the corners of his mouth twitched, Zach continued, "Mr. Flint, why do you want to learn to cook?
"
"That''s not something you should ask. Just do as I say. Once you have found the chef, ask him to
go to my office at noon every day to teach me," said Julien.
That was the only free time he would have to learn how to cook.
He spent the rest of his time at work and keptpany with Sydney.
However, he was good at learning, and two hours around noon each day was enough for him to
learn how to cook. He truly believed that it wouldn''t take too long before he became a talented man
who was capable both at work and in the kitchen.
By that time, Sydney would surely be surprised to have him cook for her.
Thinking of it, Julien couldn''t help but start looking forward to it.
When Zach heard Julien tell himself to stop prying, he rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Zach knew Julien too well.
Julien must suddenly want to learn to cook for Sydney.
Apart from Sydney, no one could make him learn something so unimportant.