Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1772: Chapter 1762: All Are Home-Cooked Dishes for Restoring Blood

”Yes, President Lawrence.” Assistant Terrence discreetly breathed a sigh of relief.

Baron Lawrence thought he hid it well, but in fact, he didn’t realize that when someone first came in, he didn’t even give them a chance to speak before telling them to get out.

As soon as he heard that the package was sent by Ms. Clark, his attitude immediately changed, and he let them put the item down.

The contrast was so obvious.

Anyone could feel the change in his emotions.

Assistant Terrence signaled to the chef, who wisely placed the food container on the conference table.

Baron Lawrence was already eager to see what Enna Clark sent, but since there were still people around, he had to maintain his composure. He impatiently glanced at the two who had just put down the food container, frowned, and said irritably, ”Why are you still standing here? Do you want me to show you out?”

Assistant Terrence quickly responded, ”President Lawrence, we’ll leave first.”

”Go on.”

He still said ”go,” but compared to the stern dismissal earlier, this time it was clearly more perfunctory.

Assistant Terrence didn’t dare to linger, and quickly left with the Michelin chef.

Once outside the meeting room, he limply breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead that had formed from fear earlier, and commented, ”That really scared me just now, luckily it was Ms. Clark who ordered the meal...”

If it had been someone else, he might have been exiled to Java by now.

As expected, anything related to Ms. Clark could lift President Lawrence’s mood, no matter how bad it was.

He silently noted this in his heart and began to ponder ways to keep Ms. Clark around for the week.

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The oppressive atmosphere in the conference room melted away like ice and snow.

As soon as they left.

The man who had been sitting upright immediately stood up and opened the food container sent by Michelin.

The takeout from a seven-star Michelin restaurant was completely different from the typical takeout outside; even the containers were carved from Phoebe wood, exuding a classical charm. Luxurious and exquisite, just looking at it made one’s appetite grow.

Baron Lawrence initially thought it would be a steak set.

Only after opening it did he realize he was wrong.

The meal Enna Clark had sent consisted of five layers.

The first layer was braised pork ribs.

The second layer was stir-fried pork liver.

The third layer was steamed bass.

The fourth layer was pork bone and corn soup.

The last layer was rice.

Even though they were all simple, everyday dishes, the food, made by a star chef, looked visually appealing, flavorful, and aromatic, greatly boosting one’s appetite.

Baron Lawrence’s dark eyes swept over the dishes on the table, noticing that the dishes Enna Clark ordered all had blood-nourishing properties.

Especially the pork liver and fish.

These two were the best for nourishing blood.

And the flavors were all relatively mild, so even if the stomach wasn’t feeling well, eating them wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

He gripped the edge of the food container, pursed his lips, sat down silently, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.

This morning, Adam Sinclair also brought breakfast, also made by Michelin.

Even though both meals were made by Michelin, the one for lunch today tasted much better than the breakfast in the morning.

Even the grains of rice were distinct and aromatic.

He picked up a chopstick full of rice and ate it with the stir-fried pork liver.

The stomach, empty for two days, finally tasted hot food and responded with a yearning protest.

He ate one chopstick after another, quickly finishing more than half.