Chapter 640

Sarah was the first to find out that Tristan was learning how to cook. This brother of mine has been

living a pampered life since young. Even when he’s abroad, he has never cooked for himself. However,

now that he’s the CEO of a company, he’s actually learning to cook? This is unbelievable.

When she saw the man bustling away in the kitchen, she couldn’t believe her eyes at first. This is a

miracle! That being said, being in the kitchen didn’t diminish his charm at all. He’s still as handsome

and cool as ever!

With that thought in mind, Sarah simply stood by the kitchen doorway and continued watching her

brother.

“Mr. Lombard, care to share with me what got you suddenly interested in cooking? Is the cook no

longer good enough for you?” To be honest, even I, as a woman, don’t like to cook. It’s a tiring chore,

after all. Besides, we’re the rich and elite, and there’s nothing in the world that we can’t afford to eat, so

why bother learning cooking?

In response, Tristan simply kept his gaze trained on the pot of soup he was cooking.

He didn’t feel like entertaining his sister, for he knew she was only there to tease him, and she would

be of no help at all.

“I just felt like learning it. Why? Is it a crime?”

“Of course not. I was just curious why a scion like yourself has a sudden interest in cooking.” Indeed,

Sarah’s curiosity was piqued.

To that, Tristan replied flatly, “There is no why.” I haven’t mastered cooking yet, so why would I tell her

anything? Nonetheless, with how smart I am, it won’t be long before I’m good at it.

When he saw that the soup was almost ready, he turned off the stove.

Looking into the pot, he reckoned that the mushroom soup seemed rather presentable.

Sarah leaned over as well. “It looks good, but I wonder how’s the taste?”

“Give it a try, then. After you do, tell me if Sophie would like it.” Tristan ladled some of the mushroom

soup into a bowl and handed it to her before giving her an expectant look.

Hearing that, Sarah finally understood why her brother was learning to cook.

She commented, “My dear brother, are you telling me that the reason why you’re learning cooking is for

Sophie’s sake?” I guess that makes sense. After all, Tristan has never been picky about his food.

Normally, a meal made by an average five-star chef would be able to meet his needs. There’s no

reason for him to cook for himself.

Tristan uttered, “I’m still in the process of mastering it, so don’t tell anyone about this, got it?” I wonder

who’s the person who told her that I’m learning to cook. After all, there’s only a handful of people who

knows about this. That being said, I don’t really mind that Sarah found out. At least this way, I won’t

need to find myself a lab rat since she’s going to be the perfect candidate for this.

Well aware of what her brother was thinking, Sarah said, “There’s no reason for you to know who I

found this out from.”

Of course, if she actually knew that her brother was thinking of making her a lab rat, she would have

flipped out.

Sarah blew on the still-steaming soup. Since it was just out of the pot, it was boiling hot.

After a moment, she took a sip.

Seeing that she finally tasted it, Tristan asked immediately, “How is it? Is the taste okay?”

Soup is the easiest dish to cook, and it wasn’t really hard when I was making it. I’m just curious about

how it tastes.

To that, Sarah took another spoonful and said, “The taste is all right, but I think you may have gone a

bit too heavy on the salt. Next time, put a little less. After all, soup always tastes better if it’s less rich.”

“Really?” Tristan was doubtful of his sister’s words since he had followed the recipe to a tee. It doesn’t

make sense for it to be too salty. I feel like her requirement is just too high, what with her being a great

cook and all.

He then added, “Hmm… You know what, let me get two more people here to try it.”

When Ysabelle received a phone call from Tristan, she was left rather baffled. After all, her uncle hadn’t

cared about her much ever since he fell in love.

Why would Uncle Tristan call me out of the blue?

When they arrived at the condominium near the University of Medicine, Ysabelle was a little confused

by the two bowls of soup on the table. Did my uncle really call us here just to have some soup?

Similarly, Felix was just as puzzled when he saw the bowls of soup.

He queried, “Mr. Tristan, did you call us here just to have some soup? Sarah, did you make this?” They

knew how busy Sarah was and how she seldom had the time to make soup for everyone at home. That

being said, there is no doubt that the soup Sarah makes will be delicious.

Sarah denied it immediately. “Don’t look at me. I’m not the one who made the soup.” I can’t possibly

take Tristan’s credit.

“If it wasn’t you who made it, could it be that Uncle Tristan made it?” Ysabelle was in disbelief. “But

that’s impossible. Uncle Tristan can probably whip up some oatmeal at most.”

Sarah nodded. “The soup’s indeed made by your uncle. I guess you can call this the power of love.

Felix, do take some pointers from this.”

Felix was left dumbfounded.

He then blurted, “Mr. Tristan, are you really the one who made the soup? Are you sure? What

happened to you? What’s with the sudden interest in making soup?”

Tristan urged, “All right, that’s enough nonsense from you. Hurry up and give it a try.”

I didn’t ask them here to gossip. All I want is for them to try the soup.

Noticing that his patience was running thin, Ysabelle and Felix quickly gave the soup a try. The taste is

passable. It’s not as delicious as the one that Sarah makes, that’s for sure. Nonetheless, Tristan’s the

one who made this soup, so there’s no way we can say that it tastes average.

The two exchanged glances and kept silent, not wanting to share their opinion, for they didn’t have the

courage to do so.

Seeing this, Sarah felt like laughing.

She jested, “With how cowardly they are, do you really think they’ll tell you the truth?”

“Just tell me what you honestly think. I won’t do anything to you,” said Tristan.

It’s not like I’m a violent person, am I? All I want is the truth.

Ysabelle began, “Well, I’ll put it this way, I think your cooking still has room for improvement, Uncle

Tristan.”

My uncle is a terribly smart man. It won’t do me good if I lie to him.

Felix nodded in agreement. “I think so, too. But to be able to produce such a result when you’ve only

just started is already a commendable feat. I’m sure you’ll be a great cook in the future,” he added, not

forgetting to slip in a few flattering words while he was at it.

Just then, Sophie arrived home, only to see the group of people when she opened the door.

“It’s so lively here! What’s the occasion? Why are you guys here?” she asked as she took off her

shoes.

Tristan never expected her to come home at a time like this.

Sarah piped up, “It’s nothing. We just missed you, so we decided to pay you a visit.”

Naturally, she was aware of what her brother was thinking. He’s just started learning to cook, and he

doesn’t want Sophie to find out about it yet. That’s why he’s scrambling to do this when she’s not home.

After changing into her slippers, Sophie walked in to see the two bowls of unfinished soup on the table.

She asked, “Sarah, did you purposely come here to make us soup?” Although the soup that Sarah

makes is indeed delicious, is everyone really here just for that?

Sarah shook her head. “No. I didn’t make the soup.” Tristan’s doing all this for Sophie’s sake. It’ll be for

the best if she knows about it.