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“I changed the position after cookingst night.” I stepped forward, “Let me deit.”

I didn’t want to take advantage of someone who couldn’t see.

However, Ferris didn’t hand it over to me, but continued stir–frying the dish.

“I’ll do the cooking from now on.”

Thinking about what Adrian had done in the kitchen yesterday, he wanted to vite all the top chefs in the country over.

Unfortunately, I wouldn’t allow it.

I looked at the dark cuisine in the pan, the corner of my mouth twitching

Eating this stuff every day from now on – wouldn’t it kill someone?

“Forget it, let’s hire a housekeeper to cook.”

The caregiver had to take care of Mary at all times and didn’t have time bto /bcook.

I was really about to be exhaustedtely. Having to cook, clean the house, and even my experimental data had been dyed for several rounds.

That important research report was originally scheduled to be submitted this week, but I hadn’t even had time to organize the preliminary summary of the proposal.

“Don’t do it anymore,” Ferris suddenly spoke, his tone so gentle it didn’t sound like him, “We’ll order takeoutter.”

I was stunned and could only sigh with a bitter smile.

This current situation… when would it end?

When would Ferris recover his memory?

I walked back to the living room tiredly. Just as I sat down, before I could catch my breath, my research assistant Hannah from overseas called.

“Boss, any new research results recently?” Her voice was as full of energy as always.

I rubbed my temples: “Not yet, what’s up?”

“We received a big project,” she lowered her voice, “A top medical institution specifically requested you to write a medical feature on neural regeneration. They said as long as you’re willing to take it, the budget is unlimited.”

I was stunned: “A buyout?”

“Yes, he said he’s willing to pay top dor for your original results.”

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“No.” I refused without hesitation, “I don’t need money right now.”

More importantly, medical research wasn’t something to be casually bought and sold. A buyout meant I wouldpletely lose control over this work For me, scientific research wasn’t just work – it was a belief.

“Alright, I’llmunicate with them tactfullyter.”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end before Hannah asked somewhat puzzled: “Boss, have you encountered some trouble recently? You used to be superhuman efficient, but there’s been no movement recently?

I was stunned, my mind dwelling on the word she mentioned: trouble.

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bI /bbunconsciously /bblooked /bbtoward /bthe kitchen.

bFerris /bbwas /bing out of the kitchen, with some steam on his forehead, his sleves a bit messyb, /beven his apron was crooked. He was wiping his hands while btrying /bto use his hearing to determine where I was sitting.

He bused /bto be the kind of man who wasposedb, /bsteady, and always impably dressed, but now he had lost his memory, was blind, band /bwas like a clumsy big boy being obedient to me in every way.

bYes/b, indeed a troubleb. /b

But I didn’t tell Hannah. I just said lightly: “Recently… there have been some ings indeed.”

Sheughed: “I bet you’re finally dating someone. Men interfering with scientific research is the scariest thing.”

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