CHAPTER 680: CHAPTER 680: ALWAYS RATHER PICKY (2)

"Since Miss Lowell is so earnest in seeking advice, I won’t hold back," Raina North said. "The sweet and sour ratio of these ribs is just right, but the water starch was added a bit too early, leading to excessive sauce in the pot. Miss Lowell extended the time to reduce the sauce perfectly, resulting in a slight bitterness when eating the sweet and sour ribs.

Looking at this fried mushroom dish, Miss Lowell was late by over ten seconds during the refrying, so while the mushroom is crisp, the inside isn’t tender enough. And this stir-fried hollow vegetable, although Miss Lowell picked out the burnt parts, there are some remnants. And then there’s this braised vegetarian streaky pork...

Quinn Thorne, who enjoyed watching the drama, had already brought over the head chef before Raina North spoke.

He originally thought Raina North was spouting nonsense to embarrass Claire Lowell, but unexpectedly, the head chef nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Quinn Thorne was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped, feeling somewhat sympathetic for Claire Lowell’s embarrassed expression.

You know, if you’re just showing off your cooking skills, just do that. But insisting on being critiqued, look, now all the effort was wasted.

Raina North mercilessly critiqued Claire Lowell’s dishes from start to finish, shaking her head more and more as she went on, feeling less and less appetite.

Elias Hawthorne noticed and said, "If you don’t have an appetite, don’t force yourself."

Upon hearing this, Raina North immediately put her chopsticks down. For someone like her, forcing herself to eat food she doesn’t like is truly torture.

Elias Hawthorne also put down his chopsticks and said to the others, "Leo and I will leave now, you all enjoy," while reaching out his hand to Raina North, "Let’s go."

Raina North obediently reached out and left holding Elias Hawthorne’s hand.

Claire Lowell’s face was even darker, her eyes watching their departing figures as though they could shoot fire.

Quinn Thorne feared that Claire Lowell might get herself so worked up she’d burst, so he quickly said, "Although Orion doesn’t like it, your cooking skills are still very good. I really enjoy them."

Claire Lowell couldn’t hold back any longer and burst out, "What good is you liking it! I want Nameless to like it!"

Quinn Thorne candidly said, "That might be quite challenging, the boss has always been picky."

Claire Lowell: "..."

Bang—

Claire Lowell felt the pulse on her temple was about to snap.

Uncle Coleman stared angrily at Quinn Thorne, "Can’t you shut your mouth when there’s food? Do you know how to talk?"

Quinn Thorne glanced at Uncle Coleman and said, "That’s something Uncle Coleman and I should both reflect on; as outsiders, it’s good that we have food to eat."

Uncle Coleman didn’t understand Quinn Thorne’s meaning, not paying his words any mind.

Quinn Thorne couldn’t help shaking his head upon seeing this.

Really can’t fathom what people are thinking, how can they arrogantly believe they could control his boss. Is his boss someone who can be easily manipulated?

Looking back, apart from the sister-in-law, who could ever let the boss suffer?

Too bad, there are always people who remain oblivious.

...

Raina North sat on a stone bench, slumped over the table, pitifully gazing at Elias Hawthorne, "I’m hungry."

"What would you like to eat? I’ll cook for you."

"Really? Won’t it be too tiring for you?" Raina North said this, but unreservedly listed a bunch of dishes.

This reminded Elias Hawthorne of the first time he met Casper North, that little rascal was just as unreserved.

His gaze grew gentler, raising his hand to tousle Raina North’s hair, "Just wait, it won’t take long."