C74 (1/2)

studied the tomato scrambled eggs for an hour in the kitchen, ruining the butler and the chef. It was so painful that they wished they were dead.

Cen Jiawen was displeased and glared at the red tomato, ”Little darling, why are you so disobedient? Do you not want to be eaten? ”Well, be good.”

The maids standing outside the door looked at each other in dismay. Each of them had an indescribably wonderful expression on their faces. They were all holding back their smiles.

Cen Jiawen cut the food into pieces and started cooking under the guidance of the chef. This time, she finally grew a snack and knew that she had to pour some oil, but the eggs were still beat so hard that she stumbled on them. Not only that, due to her poor technique, the egg couldn't possibly be complete. However, she had to make it complete. If it wasn't, she would just pour it out and make it again.

This was quite a worry for the steward and the cook.

The butler sneaked out once and pulled a maid to his side. He whispered to her, ”Go and buy fifty more eggs.”

Looking at his posture, he knew that the eggs would be lost soon.

Cen Jiawen suddenly said: ”Go buy another five hundred eggs.”

Everyone: ”...”

The steward pursed his lips in melancholy. How could his young mistress' ears be so good?

After making that egg for a long time, Cen Jiawen finally gave up. It was also one of his good qualities not to continue seeking abuse.

However, when the tomatoes were poured into the wok, they splashed a bit of oil. This was a very normal phenomenon, but it actually scared Cen Jiawen so much that she retreated a few steps back.

It was as if there was a flood of ferocious beasts in front of him.

The chef could not hold it in anymore. He laughed, but the Miss Cen did not care as she focused all her attention on the ”battlefield”, sighing and expressing her opinion, ”I have always felt that my Mummy can cook very magical, but I only found out today that it was indeed magical.”

This time, even the butler could not help but laugh.

Boiling the porridge was the easiest thing for Cen Jiawen to do, because there was no need for the technique to cook. She only needed to put rice and water into the pure rice porridge. Furthermore, there was a strategist on the side. If she could grasp the timing well, then naturally, the taste wouldn't be bad.

By the time she was done, it was already dark outside.

Huo Runhan still did not come down. Cen Jiawen could not help but think, could he really be an iron man? He could work like this even if he did not eat for a day. She suspected even more that with his way of life, it was a blessing to have such a good body.

She then placed all the fried tomatoes, scrambled eggs, rice, rice porridge and fried eggs onto the plate and went upstairs in satisfaction. Seeing the results of her two hours of hard work, Miss Cen expressed her satisfaction.

It was unknown who Huo Runhan was talking to on the phone, but his tone was very bad. Cen Jiawen placed the dining tray on the tea table outside, then went forward to take a peek. The fierceness and ruthlessness on the man's face truly scared her.

It was rumored that Huo Runhan had always been an iron hand in the market. On the surface, he looked gentle and reserved, but deep down, he was actually a ruthless character who ate people without spitting out their bones. After interacting with him for so long, Cen Jiawen knew that he was the one who called the winds and rain upon him, and he was even more wild and untamed. He had his bottom line, and his rules for dealing with the world;