Chapter 648
One plate is Kung Pao Chicken, the other is Spicy Chicken.
Scarlett Yates loves spicy food, so both dishes suit her taste perfectly.
Especially the Spicy Chicken, from its appearance to the aroma wafting off it, it’s as good as those from big restaurants.
She stared at the dishes on the table, zoned out for a moment, and before she could recover, Angela brought out two more plates from the kitchen.
One plate of Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork, and one bowl of Boiled Pork Slices.
A layer of boiling oil was poured over the Boiled Pork Slices, sizzling as it hit the sesame seeds and chili powder.
The slices of meat quivered in the bright red soup, and the rich aroma kept drifting into her nose.
“Did you make all these?!” Scarlett Yates widened her eyes and looked up at Angela in disbelief.
Angela held a large ladle in her hand, as delicate as a green onion; she smiled sweetly at Scarlett’s surprised expression and nodded, “Mm-hmm p>
In less than an hour, she had prepared four dishes and a soup, and each dish looked like it was made by a master chef. Scarlett was utterly impressed by her culinary skills: “You’re amazing p>
“This is nothing,” Angela replied nonchalantly with a smile, “I’m just a bit tired today, lazy to move, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it so simple p>
“This is simple?” Scarlett’s eyes widened again, “We’re just two people, there’s no way we can eat all this, right p>
“If we can’t finish it, we’ll throw it away.” Angela pulled Scarlett down to sit and cheerfully served her a bowl of soup, “Anyway, my task is to take care of your diet and daily life and make you a bit chubbier. If there’s anything you love eating, just let me know p>
“Angela, you’re not my servant; you don’t have to do all this,” Scarlett said as she took a sip of the soup, instantly finding her mouth full of fragrant flavors. This delicious soup immediately whetted her appetite.
“Scarlett, don’t you like me?” Angela’s face, just a moment ago filled with smiles, suddenly fell at Scarlett’s words, and her eyes turned red.
Seeing Angela about to cry, Scarlett’s expression changed as well: “I didn’t mean that p>
Angela’s tears flowed like a faucet turned on full blast, unstoppable.
Angela raised her tear-stained eyes, biting her lip, and looked at Scarlett pitifully, “Then let me take care of you, okay? Don’t reject me, alright p>
“But p>
Scarlett had just started speaking, and Angela’s eyes turned even redder. With a blink, tears began to pool in her eyes, “Scarlett, my job is to take care of you. If that heartless guy finds out I haven’t been doing a good job looking after you, I’ll be sold off to some old bachelor as his wife. Scarlett, could you bear to see me end up like that, huh, could you p>
Scarlett was silent p>
She wondered just how terrifying Matthew Saxon had to be to scare such a delicate beauty like this.
That guy truly doesn’t understand the art of cherishing beauty.
After eating, Scarlett wanted to clean up the dishes, but Angela slammed her hand on the table and dragged her to the living room. She pointed to the neatly sliced fruit platter on the coffee table, and with a gentle, kind smile on her face, said, “Scarlett, after eating so many greasy things, have some fruit to cut through the fat. I’ve already said that from now on, I’ll handle cooking, washing dishes, and cleaning. You just sit here and watch TV. If you want to go for a walk, I’ll accompany you as soon as I’m done cleaning p>