Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 290 - 190: Michael Quinn Bids Farewell, Master Pedro Knocks on the Door [Part 2]

There’s still some food in the fridge.

"We can make braised pork, dry pot ribs, vinegar-fried shredded potatoes..." Nora Scott browsed the ingredients, saying slowly, "And a few eggs, enough to make an egg custard."

"You really can cook?"

Michael Quinn still wore a stunned and shocked expression.

Since he walked in, the shock in his eyes hadn’t dissipated.

After being asked countless times, Nora Scott impatiently frowned, slammed the fridge door, and said, "Are you eating or not?"

"Eat eat eat!"

Michael Quinn nodded eagerly.

In his twenty-something years of life, he’d never seen Nora Scott cook even once. Now, witnessing such a miraculous scene... even if it’s hard to swallow, it’s still an eye-opener!

"Move the ingredients to the kitchen." Arms crossed, Nora Scott leaned to one side and commanded.

"Okay then."

Michael Quinn helped her without complaint.

He was quick-handed and followed orders, getting whatever Nora Scott needed, cooperating exceptionally well.

When Nora Scott began to get busy, Michael Quinn had a chance to rest. Just as he left the kitchen, he rushed to his phone, opened the camera, sneaked back to take a few pictures, and just as he was satisfied with his sneak viewing, Nora Scott caught him red-handed.

"Heh heh."

Feeling a chill run up from his feet, Michael Quinn stiffly raised his head, flashing a bright smile full of innocence.

"You do your thing, you do your thing..."

He hid his phone behind him, watching Nora Scott with a forced smile, silently inching backwards.

Nora Scott shot him a sidelong glance, withdrew her gaze, and ignored his little actions.

Escaping a disaster, Michael Quinn breathed a sigh of relief, hurried to the living room sofa, and as soon as he sat down, quickly opened WeChat to send the photos to Joseph Sutton.

[Michael Quinn]: [Image][Image][Image]

[Michael Quinn]: A world wonder!

[Michael Quinn]: The fairy can actually cook, can you believe it?!

After a while, the phone vibrated a few times, and Joseph Sutton replied.

[Joseph Sutton]: I can’t believe it.

[Joseph Sutton]: Is it edible?

[Michael Quinn]: I don’t know, she’s just starting! I’m so nervous right now, afraid she’ll blow up the kitchen.

[Joseph Sutton]: Should I call 911 for you in advance?

[Michael Quinn]: Not that bad!

[Joseph Sutton]: Better mentally prepare yourself.

[Michael Quinn]: ...

Seeing Joseph Sutton’s merciless words, Michael Quinn suddenly felt nervous and uneasy.

He still had much of his life ahead of him and didn’t want to crash and burn over Nora Scott’s experimental cooking...

Just as Michael Quinn froze, the phone vibrated again, and Joseph Sutton sent another message.

[Joseph Sutton]: Just eat it; it’s a rare occasion, and you might not have the chance again.

Michael Quinn blinked, leaned back, stretched his neck to peek into the kitchen, watched Nora Scott chop meat neatly, froze for a few seconds, then quickly withdrew his head.

[Michael Quinn]: I’ll take my chances.

[Michael Quinn]: If the fairy Scott’s cooking is edible, then anything’s possible in this world.

A few minutes later, a new message arrived—

[Joseph Sutton]: Waiting for your results.

*

When Antonio Easton left that day, Rose was sent back to Henry Chapman’s place.

In the living room, Michael Quinn was the only one, not even a cat to tease. Waiting around was boring, so he’d occasionally peek into the kitchen; seeing Nora Scott methodically busy gave him the illusion she had been possessed.

Nora Scott busied herself for about an hour.

Braised pork, spicy dry pot, shredded potatoes, and egg custard, all four dishes were served.

Michael Quinn rubbed his nose, sneaking closer to watch in awe, and when he looked at Nora Scott again, it was with sheer disbelief.

"Wh-When did you learn this?"

So shocked, Michael Quinn’s voice seemed to float.

"It’s intuitive; once I see it, I get it. It’s inherited talent." Nora Scott tilted her head and instructed, "Go serve the rice."

"..."

Michael Quinn swiftly walked to the kitchen.

Thinking to himself: This talent for directing people definitely isn’t inherited; Sir Easton was never like this.

...

Two bowls of steaming white rice. Combined with the tantalizingly fragrant home-cooked dishes, they made one’s mouth water.

Michael Quinn took pictures with his phone, snap snap snap without stopping, commenting that if he’d known he’d see this, he should’ve brought a camera to capture it properly.

Nora Scott let him take photos, smiling and shaking her head.

Once he satisfied his picture-taking, he sat down obediently before tossing chopsticks to him.

"It’s actually edible!"

After biting into a rib and tasting it, Michael Quinn was so shocked his eyeballs nearly fell out.

Nora Scott looked at him coolly.

"Wow, fairy, you’re amazing! You’ve got qualities of a good wife and loving mother; maybe you can get married now?" Michael Quinn exclaimed with mock admiration.

Picking up shredded potatoes with chopsticks and placing them in her bowl, Nora Scott couldn’t take it anymore, raised an eyebrow threateningly, "Have I not smacked you in a while?"