Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 524 Abigail Cooks for the Second Young Master

Chapter 524: Chapter 524 Abigail Cooks for the Second Young Master

Abigail really went to cook.

After her rebirth, she spent most of her time at the Piers’ old mansion. The kitchen’s food was delicious and exquisite; she never had to think about it.

After returning to Swallow City, at Moon Lake Manor, her food was meticulously arranged by Brandon Piers, with calories and energy finely controlled, so she didn’t need to worry about it at all.

She even brought boxed lunches to school.

The only two exceptions were both given to her by a man, but Kelly’s words reminded her that she had never cooked for that man.

So after returning from the floral corridor, Abigail went into the kitchen.

Last time, Grandpa almost let it slip. She really could cook.

But...

She could only cut vegetables well.

That’s right. Even though there was a picky old man and Mama Han, who was an excellent cook, over so many years at the Smith house, Abigail’s cooking skills were barely passable.

But it wasn’t that she couldn’t give it a try.

After being together for a long time, Abigail knew the man liked light flavors, preferring steamed fish, Swallow-style shredded pork, pan-fried tofu, three-flavor soup...

Abigail thought about it and decided to skip the pan-fried tofu but try the steamed fish, Swallow-style shredded pork, and three-flavor soup.

Especially because fish and shredded pork were quite challenging to cut, and she could demonstrate her skills.

After deciding on the dishes, Abigail, just to be safe, downloaded a cooking app on her phone, found the recipes for the dishes she wanted to make, and then started preparing.

Who knew that when she looked up, she saw the kitchen staff staring at her in a daze. Abigail asked blankly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Madam, would you like us to cook instead?" the head chef asked cautiously, never having seen someone learn to cook on the spot.

Especially since it was for Master Brandon.

"No need, I can do it. Since I said I would cook, I must show some sincerity," Abigail replied boldly.

After speaking, Abigail listed the ingredients she needed and then began to work.

The head chef and a few assistants carefully stood by, watching Abigail pick up the knife.

Abigail felt the weight of the kitchen knife, heavier than a scalpel, but it didn’t faze her.

Just as everyone thought Madam was a novice, they saw Abigail skillfully slicing the fish, each cut even and precise.

Then she chopped the green onions, ginger, garlic, and shredded pork with uniform lengths. Everyone knew that Master Brandon had OCD. Initially, they feared that if Abigail’s knife skills were poor, the dishes would be thrown away by Master Brandon.

Who knew that Madam was a hidden challenger?

Everyone felt at ease now.

The head chef gave Abigail a thumbs up, "Madam, you’re amazing."

Abigail smiled humbly.

Relieved, the head chef stopped watching and let others continue their work. Other food preparations were also needed, leaving the space for Abigail to do her best.

Abigail was very happy, her movements becoming even more agile.

However, the head chef didn’t see that after he left, Abigail began the cooking steps, watching each one carefully.

Thirty minutes later.

Abigail sat neatly at the dining table, feeling a bit nervous as she waited for Brandon Piers to come downstairs for dinner.

But ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty, and Brandon still hadn’t come downstairs.

Abigail looked at the now cold dishes and finally couldn’t help but get up to ask Housekeeper Piers.

Recently busy arranging people to tidy the manor for autumn, Housekeeper Piers had just come in from outside and, hearing Abigail’s question, suddenly realized, "Oh, Madam, please go ahead and eat. Master Brandon hurriedly went out earlier; I forgot to notify the kitchen."

"What? He went out?" Abigail asked in a daze, disappointedly looking at the table where she had prepared her first meal since her rebirth.

Housekeeper Piers, not understanding the situation and unaware that Abigail had cooked three of the dishes on the table, asked with concern, "Madam, did you need something urgent from Master Brandon? Maybe you should call him?"

"No need, it’s nothing important," Abigail smiled, returning alone to the dining table. Looking at the three carefully prepared dishes she had dressed up, she sighed softly and picked up the chopsticks.

At the next moment, Abigail’s face visibly turned sour as she tasted the other two dishes and quickly dumped all three dishes. She pretended nothing had happened, secretly relieved that Brandon wasn’t there.

Abigail found that cooking was a failure for her. Should she listen to Kelly instead and sleep with him?

After all, after so long, she did want to sleep with him. It wouldn’t be a loss.

With this thought, Abigail felt her cheeks burning and, exaggeratedly thinking, she had studied medicine for more than twenty years and ultimately had to use her appearance to serve someone. How pathetic.

Finished with her lament, Abigail quickly rushed upstairs, opened her wardrobe, and tried to find a few pieces with less fabric for Brandon to see and forget everything else.

Then Abigail began her first wardrobe change game, finally choosing one she thought was decent, then went into the bathroom to wash herself thoroughly.

Then started waiting nervously.

...

At a certain hospital in Swallow City.

After finishing the call with Abigail, Jeffrey Foster looked up at his friend in front of him, "Thank you."

"Do you really want to do this?" The man handsome as Jeffrey looked slightly worried.

"Yes, you should hide for a while too. I fear that when it ends, Master Brandon will trace it back to you and take it out on you," Jeffrey said calmly to his friend.

"But is it really worth it? And the Foster family’s garbage..."

"Jones, be careful," Jeffrey interrupted his friend’s words. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Alright, I know you’ve had a tough few years. Since you’ve decided, my words are useless. I’ll leave then." The male doctor, Jones Faraday, said and then truly left the ward.

After the door closed, Jeffrey dialed another number, "You two should hide as well. Best if..."

Pausing, Jeffrey sighed, "Don’t come back."

"Third Master, we..."

The middle-aged man on the other end sounded reluctant and tried to argue, but Jeffrey cut him off, "Go. You’ve done enough for me over the years. Staying longer won’t ensure a safe retreat, especially with Master Brandon’s methods."

"Understood." The man replied helplessly.

"What about Doris Symons?" Jeffrey furrowed his brows slightly at the mention.

"Rest assured; she’s been sent to the underground casino. Not even the National Security Bureau could find her," the man assured.

"Good." Jeffrey nodded in satisfaction.

Ending the call, Jeffrey took a deep breath, looking at the few-second video saved on his phone, his gaze suddenly turning exceptionally soft. He hadn’t expected Abigail to still be alive. Despite her current condition, he still found it hard to believe and felt immensely grateful.

Gently stroking the image of the woman with his thumb, he eventually answered a call when the phone rang.

"Master Brandon has left the manor." A cautious report came from the other end.

"Alright, then let’s begin."