Chapter 324: Chapter 324: 324: A Big and Small Trick to Make Her Happy

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Enna Clark sat on the sofa with a dark expression on her face, looking helplessly at the messy kitchen from a distance.

What does it mean to not be able to distinguish between a chicken and a duck? Any normal person could tell the difference!

Well, he wasn’t a normal person. He was the high and mighty Young Master Lawrence!

Baron Lawrence held up the duck with extreme disgust, “What do we do now?” “How about making Beer Duck?” Scott Harris suggested.

He didn’t accept, “There’s no beer in the fridge. Can red wine be used?” Red Wine…

Scott Harris recalled silently that there was indeed a bottle of red wine here, but it was a 1982 Lafite worth more than 15 thousand dollars. Using it to make Red Wine Duck would be too extravagant and wasteful!

“That bottle of wine…”

The oil in the pan was already boiling. He was very irritated, growling, “Just tell me if you can use red wine for cooking, if so, bring it over!”

So annoying!

He can’t figure out what was wrong with him, actually taking Scott Harris’s suggestion, making dinner with Bobby to please Enna. He even eagerly bought so many ingredients. The key point is, what kind of things are in this kitchen!

What’s with this knife? It’s so difficult to cut vegetables, and the spoon too. Who designed it? Is this short handle meant to burn him to death? Did the person who designed these things ever cook? They must not know that the hot oil splatters up at this distance!

“You can make it, but that bottle of wine is an 82 Lafite. Using it for Red Wine Duck is too…”

“As long as you can make it, stop talking!” The man, who was in chaos for the first time, interrupted him and threw the whole duck into the pan.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The oil in the pan was already boiling hot, and there was still water on the duck. When it encountered the water, the whole pan started bubbling!

“Lord, the duck hasn’t been portioned yet..

“Shut up.”

“The duck can’t be cooked like this in one piece, it might not cook thoroughly.” “I told you to shut up.” He stretched out his hand, and said to Scott Harris, who had a bitter face, “Give me the red wine!”

“Lord, what are you going to do?”

“Give it to me.” Baron Lawrence was impatient.

Scott Harris had no choice but to reluctantly take the red wine from the shelf and help him open it. Baron Lawrence roughly took it and poured half a bottle of wine into the pan. He slapped the lid on with a pop, and his thin lips curled, “It’s alright, just let it cook like this.”

Enna Clark, ‘

Scott Harris, ‘

Baron Lawrence’s patience had run out, and it was considered good that he didn’t directly smash the pan. He hastily covered the pan, glimpsed the simple homemade dishes bought from the outside, and then carried them out with satisfaction. He called out to Bobby on his way.

“Tobias Clark, it’s your turn.”

Bobby put his iPad aside and glanced at Enna. At first, he pouted his small mouth, not too happy. He didn’t know what he thought of, but he bit his lower lip, jumped into her arms, hugged her waist, and bit her waist, mumbling, “Woman, it’s forgiven this time. But next time, if you leave me alone and go have a two-person world with him again, I won’t recognize him!”

After saying that, he wriggled out of Enna’s arms and maintained his pretty little face with seriousness. He jumped off the sofa, stood on his age-inappropriate large slippers, and walked gracefully to the kitchen.

Compared to Baron Lawrence’s chaotic performance in the kitchen, 5-year-old Bobby showed the demeanor of a great general.

He didn’t choose complicated dishes, just intending to make a Tomato and Egg Stir-fry.

He calmly said to Scott Harris nearby, “Uncle Harris, can you get me a small stool, please?”

His appearance combined the best of both Baron Lawrence and Enna Clark, making him incredibly delicate. No one could bear to refuse such a sweet and obedient child. Even Scott Harris, a rigid person, couldn’t help but smile and said softly, “Alright, little young master, please wait a moment.” With that, he quickly found a small stool for him.

Standing on the small stool, Bobby could finally reach the pan.

He first cracked an egg and stirred it neatly with his chubby little hands, then added a little salt. After handling the egg, he was about to pour oil…

Baron Lawrence had been watching him do it, and seeing him trying to light the fire and pour oil, he immediately said, “I’ll do it.”

Bobby looked at him for a moment, not objecting. He instructed him to turn on the fire, pour a little oil into the pan, and then cut the tomatoes. Although the tomatoes were cut in various sizes and shapes by Baron Lawrence, Bobby did not complain for the first time. He poured the eggs into the pan, and the eggs solidified immediately when they encountered hot oil, turning into an egg pancake. He quickly cut the egg pancake into small pieces with a spatula, then poured the unsightly tomatoes in. He swiftly added sugar, flipped, cooked, and took the pan off the stove…

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

Soon, a steaming plate of Tomato and Egg Stir-fry was placed beside the indescribable Red Wine Duck.

“Mission accomplished.” Bobby glanced at his dish and the neighbour’s Dubious Man’s dish, feeling a sense of accomplishment in his little heart!

Baron Lawrence saw his satisfaction and his face darkened…

Scott Harris quickly helped them serve the dishes on the table, called Enna, “Ms. Clark, the dishes are ready, come and have a taste. Lord and the young master saw that you were upset these past few days and specially got up early to buy the ingredients. Give it a try.”

So they bought the ingredients specifically to please her?

Enna couldn’t deny that she was moved…

She walked to the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and took a bite of tomato and egg stir-fry under the expectant gaze of the father and son duo.

It was moderately salty, and although it was a bit overcooked, it still tasted good. “Woman, how is it?”

“Delicious.”

Baron Lawrence immediately pushed his dish in front of her, “Enna, eat this.”

In the beautiful plate was a whole duck, flaunting its presence. Enna picked up some with her chopsticks and tried it… Her face instantly scrunched up.

It was… too, too terrible!

It was both sweet and spicy, with an unpleasant taste. It was the epitome of dark cuisine!

But faced with the man’s expectant eyes, she couldn’t say anything discouraging, and could only swallow it hard, and reluctantly said, “It’s okay.”

Baron Lawrence’s thin lips curved, and he was clearly in good spirits. He announced magnanimously, “I told you the taste is definitely fine. Eat more, this whole duck is yours!”

Aside from Enna, no one else was worthy of the dish he made!

Enna Clark, “…” Can she take back what she just said?

The meal ended in a happy atmosphere..