The housemaid offered an apron with a look of concern, but Yasmine glanced at it dismissively and turned away. Her message couldn’t be clearer.
The maid glanced at Boyd, who dismissed her with a nod.
Yasmine was never one for aprons. Wasting a perfectly good dress on her was preferable to her wearing the cumbersome thing that, in her opinion, marred her appearance.
The only reason she was slumming it in the kitchen was for her grandkids.
Yasmine stood surveying the kitchen, a barely perceptible frown creased her forehead. Boyd knew all too well she was clueless about where to start. He moved to the fridge, pulling out vegetables and beef, placing them before her.
“I’m craving a beef stew, if you wouldn't mind,” he said, effortlessly saving Yasmine from more embarrassment.d2
She raised an eyebrow, inspecting the produce before nodding in agreement. “Why don’t you step out for a bit?”
As she turned on the faucet to wash the vegetables, Boyd stepped in and took over. “I’ll wash these up for you. All chefs have their sous-chefs, after all.”
Yasmine leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching as Boyd meticulously cleaned everything. Then, moving to the cutting board, he began to chop with practiced ease. “This is also part of a sous-chef’s duties,” he explained.
Yasmine let out a derisive snort. “I also know that head chefs can sit in their fancy high chairs, barking orders without lifting a finger. Maybe I should pull up a chair and direct you?” Clearly, she was irritated.
This is exclusive content from Noveldrama.com (Swnovel). Please read it on Noveldrama.com to support the author and the translation team!. Boyd stepped aside, “I still want to taste the chef’s creations.”
Yasmine shot him a dark look and approached the stove. She reached out to turn it on, and a flame shot up, making her jump back. Boyd quickly pulled her away, placed a pan on the burner, and turned the flame down.
Her pride was wounded. “Boyd, it seems you're not that eager to try my cooking after all.”
Without a word, Boyd grabbed an oven mitt and slipped it onto her hand. “Be careful. I’ll leave you to it.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly before hesitantly exiting the kitchen.
Yasmine looked at the bulky mitt and tightened her lips in disapproval, tossing it aside.
She ran through the cooking steps in her mind, considering the potential grease splatter, and chuckled. Turning, she filled a clean pot with water and poured it into the pan, followed by a bit of oil, then added the veggies and beef. She threw in salt and other seasonings, then covered the pan.
Boyd, eavesdropping from outside, never heard the expected sizzle of sautéing. Out of curiosity, yet mindful of Yasmine’s pride, he sent the maid under the pretense of fetching something to check on her. The maid emerged, barely concealing a smile. “Don’t worry, sir. The lady is fine.”
“And what is she doing now?” Boyd inquired.
“She’s making stew.”
The maid, considering the image she had witnessed, was proud of her clever answer. Indeed, it was stew.
Boyd was puzzled when Yasmine emerged, holding a bowl large enough to rival her face. He quickly dismissed the maid.
Yasmine set the bowl on the table, resting one hand on the surface, “It might be a bit mushy. I was worried it wouldn't cook through, but it’s definitely done. You can eat it without worry.”
Boyd eyed the bowl. Overcooked ingredients would certainly be mushy, and the once vibrant greens would turn a dull yellow.
“Didn’t you want to be my little guinea pig? It’s all yours. Take your time.”
He tried to pick up some veggies with his fork but ended up with a clump. Glancing at Yasmine, who watched him with a feigned gentleness, Boyd took a deep breath and shoved the clump into his mouth. His face contorted instantly. He nearly choked but managed to swallow down the mouthful.
Yasmine called for the maid, “I’ll have pasta for dinner, please.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
Then she turned to Boyd, “How does it taste?”
Boyd hesitated, then nodded, “Not bad.”
Yasmine smiled thinly, sitting opposite him. “If it's so good, eat up. It’s all yours.”
He took another bite, “Yasmine, this stew is certainly special, but maybe a bit too eclectic. Elio and Luna are still young, they might not handle such a robust mix of flavors.”
Yasmine considered for a moment and nodded, “You have a point. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
Boyd smiled warmly.
She tapped the table, “Don’t just sit there, eat. It’ll turn to a blob soon.”
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