Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love novel Chapter 9

"Morning...Morning, Mr. Scott."

Abby greeted her in a stuttering voice. She was so nervous that she almost bit her tongue.

"Why did you get up so early?"

Wiping the sweat off his face, Richard walked to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water before walking out.

Abby quickly replied, "When I was in the orphanage, I would cook breakfast for the director and my friends every morning. I've got used to it."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Richard raised his eyebrows slightly. He was slightly surprised, "You mean, you know how to make breakfast?"

"Yes."

Abby nodded. Richard put down the cup and said to her, "In that case, you make breakfast now and I go upstairs to take a shower and change my clothes. I'll come downstairs for breakfast in half an hour."

"Wait..."

Seeing that he was ready to go upstairs, Abby hurriedly stopped him. "Mr. Scott, are you sure you want to eat the breakfast I make?"

"Is there a problem?" He looked up and asked flatly.

Abby said nervously, "My cooking... is not as good as your chef's. Are you sure you want to eat?"

She would not be able to bear the responsibility if he, who was so delicate, became unwell after eating the food she made!

"Just do it. As a maid, you only need to listen to me and follow my instructions unless you are at school. Don't ask too many questions."

Richard tore his gaze from Abby and went upstairs without looking back.

Abby stood there with her eyes wide open. "Since you've said so, it's none of my business if something happens."

Entering the kitchen, Abby went to the refrigerator to confirm the ingredients.

There was a full cabinet of food of all kinds. Abby picked a few and began to cook.

About half an hour later, several hot dishes were served on the table. Richard had just got himself changed and went downstairs.

He walked to the table, looked at the porridge and a few dishes, but did not comment.

"Ahem, I can only cook some simple food. I don't know if it suits your appetite."

As for Richard's taste, Abby did not have much confidence in her cooking.

After all, a big shot like him usually ate delicacies. How could he get used to such rough food?

Just as she was thinking, Richard pulled out a chair and picked up his chopsticks. He picked up a dish and put it into his mouth.

Abby watched his reaction carefully.

Richard chewed, with little expression. He then took a sip of the porridge.

"How... how is it?"

Abby asked in a low voice, feeling especially uneasy.

Richard said nothing and continued to eat quietly until he finished a bowl of porridge. He wiped his mouth elegantly, looked up and said to her, "From now on, don't go into the kitchen if you have nothing to do. You're not a cook but a taste killer."

Hearing that, Abby almost fell.

"You're the one who asked me to make the breakfast, and you're the one who wants to eat. Did I force you?

"Even if it really doesn't taste good, at least you should say in a more tactful way."

Although Abby was complaining inwardly, she didn't dare say it out loud.