Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 898: Chapter 898: A Heartwarming Meal

Baron Lawrence pulled her to a window seat, domineeringly pressed down on her shoulders, and made her sit on the chair. Then he lifted his chin, saying naturally, “Wait here for me.”

“Where are you going?”

“If I tell you to wait, you wait,” he added, “I’ll be out soon.”

Enna Clark watched as he strode with his long legs into the cafeteria’s kitchen, a twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Could it be that Baron was going to cook himself?

She couldn’t help but recall the last time he had taken to the kitchen and the touching red wine chicken he made, her heart leapt in anticipation.

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It wasn’t that she was being dramatic.

The thing was, other people’s cooking cost money, Baron’s cooking could cost lives!

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He said he would be quick, and he really was.

In less than ten minutes, he emerged with a steaming bowl of something.

Enna Clark had been afraid she would see an erratic, multicolored mess of food. Instead, what was placed before her was a bowl of Tomato and Egg Noodles that actually looked appealing.

“Eat.”

Enna Clark couldn’t believe her eyes and lifted her head to ask him, “What about you?”

“I’m still making porridge for you; I’ll eat later,” he said, before going back in again.

Enna Clark watched his figure disappear, a bit slow to recover her senses.

Porridge?

Had he gone through emergency training at chef school? Since when could he make Tomato and Egg Noodles and also porridge?

Or was it that this bowl of noodles only looked normal, but the taste would be touching? Enna Clark picked up her chopsticks and tried a bite.

The salt was not mistaken for MSG, nor was the MSG mistaken for sugar; the taste wasn’t incredibly delicious, but it was definitely homey.

Did Baron Lawrence really make this?

Enna Clark finished a bite of noodles, incredulous.

No matter how she thought about it, it just didn’t seem like something Baron could make, even though Tomato and Egg Noodles were as simple as making instant noodles.

While she was still surprised and unbelieving, the real chef came out.

“Woman.”

To her astonishment, she discovered that Bobby was also in the kitchen.

Aside from Bobby, Olivia Lewis and Adam Sinclair were inside as well.

Adam Sinclair and Baron Lawrence were responsible for bringing out the food, while Olivia Lewis was assisting Bobby.

“Woman, is the noodle dish I made tasty?” His little face was sweaty, and his reddened cheeks were especially pretty.

Enna Clark suddenly realized who had made the presentable bowl of Tomato and Egg Noodles in front of her. It definitely wasn’t Baron; it was her own Bobby.

When Baron Lawrence heard him say “I,” his eagle eyes narrowed, and he added, “It was us.”

Bobby glanced at him sideways, pursed his lips, and snorted, “You only helped put in the oil; it doesn’t count.”

The egg was fried by him, the tomatoes and noodles were also put in by him. The Dubious Man next door had only helped with adding some oil and a bit of water.

Enna Clark, watching them stare each other down, felt a sense of nostalgia.

The oppressive feeling in her heart caused by Gigi’s disappearance eased quite a bit with their ruckus. At least, it wasn’t so crushing that she struggled to breathe anymore.

“Seafood Porridge is here, it’s very hot, be careful.”

“There’s also Shredded Potatoes and lettuce, fried by me,” Olivia Lewis said with a bubbly laugh, radiant and energetic. “I played an ancient chef in a TV series recently and specifically learned from a culinary school. Give it a try.”

The table quickly filled with food, all light and delicate dishes.

Enna Clark pursed her lips, a surge of emotion filling her heart, pushing the gloom away. A sincere smile blossomed on her face, “Thank you.”