This taste was really hard to describe. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the worst dish Chester had ever eaten.
Chester had never treated his stomach badly in his life.
âIsnât it delicious?â Charity looked at him and asked.
âItâs delicious. Itâs the best Iâve ever eaten.â Chester bit the bullet and stuffed the food into his mouth.
While eating, he secretly watched Charity pick up the chopsticks and prepare to eat.
Chester thought that after Charity took a bite, she would know that the food she cooked was unpalatable.but apparently not.
He was a little depressed, maybe he was sick and had a problem with his sense of taste.
âIâm not very good at cooking.â Charity said suddenly, âI donât like to put seasonings, and I put less salt and oil. I think that if I eat less of these, my health will be better. I used to not be afraid of getting sick or dying. After having a child, I donât think I can get sick, and I want to live longer, at least until Levi grows up safely.â
Chesterâs heart moved slightly, and he gently held Charityâs hand, saying, âDonât talk nonsense, I want you to live a long time. Not only can I see Levi grow up, but I can also see my own children and grandchildren in the house.â
âHope.â Charity raised her red lips.
âYes.â Chester leaned into her ear and said, âAnd Iâm a doctor, I will definitely make you and your child safe and sound. Charity, we missed too many of our best years, and for the rest of our lives, I will grow old with you until the day my hair turns gray.â
Charity was startled; she didnât dare think about it after such a long time.
Itâs just that Chesterâs eyes were too hot.
Charity lowered her eyes and picked some food for him. âEat; donât talk while eating.â
Chesterâs thin lips slightly curled up, and he ate all the food. He actually had a bad appetite, but Charity cooked for him herself, and no matter whether the food was good or not, he didnât want to waste it.
In the afternoon, Chesterâs fever subsided a little, and Charity returned to her home.
Mrs. Robbins immediately came up to Charity and asked, âIs Chester better? Have you taken good care of him?â
Charity said speechlessly, âYou care about him more than me now. Donât worry, Iâve been caring for him all the time.â Physically cool down, and cook for him at noon.â
âYou cook yourself?â Mrs. Robbins was stunned for a moment, and then she showed disgust, saying, âWith your cooking skills, you donât think itâs because you want to make people feel bad, right?â
Charityâs beautiful face instantly turned black, âMom, what are you talking about? He ate everything I made and even complimented me on my cooking.â
âThatâs absolutely delicious! Youâre talking nonsense with your eyes open; I canât even choke on the dishes you cook.â Mrs. Robbins teased, âItâs only Chester who has accepted your cooking skills, so cherish it.â
Two days later, Chester recovered from his illness.
Mrs. Robbins called people over, and personally gave Chester stewed tonics, such as codonopsis, soft-
shelled turtle, velvet antler, and sea cucumbers, but Chesterâs tonics were hard to describe.
Itâs fine if he had problems in that aspect, but he had always been quite strong in that aspect.
Once these supplements were swallowed, Chester, who had been idle for a few years, became angry.
Afraid that Mrs. Robbins would let him continue to make up for it, Chester quickly decided to go to the hospital to work immediately, he could not continue to rest at home.
On the first day of work, Dean Edwards came to pick him up in person. When he saw Chesterâs handsome face with a few pimples, Dean Edwardsâs expression was a little strange, âYoung Master Jewell, are you endocrine disordered?â
Chesterâs expression turned ugly. He gave Dean Edwards a hard look and immediately put on a mask for himself, saying, âShut up.â
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