"What are you talking about?" Everleigh closed the thermos. She answered casually without even turning her head.

Cecil lifted the hem of her skirt and carefully stepped over two leaves of cabbage on the ground. She stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked around. "Here? Wasn't this place robbed?" "Does your family specialize in robbing other people's kitchens?" Everleigh huffed.

"Then what kind of experiment are you doing? Go to a lab for an experiment. Why are you ruining the kitchen in our house?"

"Screw you. I'm cooking."

"Cooking?" Cecil stretched out two fingers and picked out a long line-like thing from the plate of hellish- black food on the cooking table. It looked like a pickle but it was terribly shriveled. She asked, "Can I ask what this is?"

Everleigh took a look at it and spat out a word awkwardly, "Spinach."

"What the f*ck... Spinach?" Cecil's eyes widened. "If you hadn't said it, I would've thought you were doing a medical experiment on microorganisms!"

Everleigh coughed dryly and corrected her in embarrassment. "The microorganisms aren't invisible to the naked eye and you need a microscope to view them."

Cecil threw the things in her hands into the trash can, took a kitchen towel, and wiped her hand with a piece of tissue. She said, "Then it's about DNA mutation. It's enlarged by 2,000 times."

Looking around the mess in the kitchen, she crossed her arms and asked, "Are you going to tell me that we are eating this tonight? Sarah asked for leave to go home, but we can order takeout. Is it necessary to treat me like this?"

"Is it that terrible? I think the soup is still edible, at least."

Everleigh put the thermos into the thermos bag and carried it out. "I'm done talking with you. I'm leaving now. I won't be back tonight. Yvonne will send Alastair and Adrienne back later. You can take them to grab something."

"Oh, okay." Cecil nodded while looking for food on the plates that could be recognized by the naked eye. Finally, she found half a pot of soup. Out of curiosity, she tasted it with a spoon. "Ahem, Ahem..."

"What the hell did you cook, Everleigh... Who are you trying to poison? Ugh..."

Everleigh left quickly and did not hear Cecil's complaints in the house at all. She took her latest creation and drove to the hospital with great enthusiasm.

She secretly thought that cooking wasn't very difficult! She merely washed and cut everything and threw them into the pot to cook. Everything was in order. Anyway, she did everything according to Sarah's instructions, so the taste should not be too bad.

When she arrived at the hospital, it was not dark yet, and it was time for dinner.

When Everleigh knocked on the door and entered the room, Theodore was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading documents. Moses was sitting beside him. When he saw Everleigh, he was the first to greet her. "Dr. Trevino is here."

Theodore looked up and closed the documents in his hand. He handed them over to Moses, "It's done for now. Let the advertising department modify them again. Select three candidates for the spokesperson and we'll decide at the video conference tomorrow morning at nine."

"Okay, I'll go back and inform them."

Moses took the document and glanced at Everleigh out of the corner of his eye. When he saw the thermal bag in her hand, his eyes immediately lit up. "Dr. Trevino, you're really thoughtful. You know that the hospital food is not suitable for Mr. Godfrey's taste, and you also brought food here. I can smell the aroma from here."

Everleigh said politely, "Mr. Lawson, you haven't eaten yet, right? Do you want to stay and have dinner with us?"

"No." Moses was very perceptive. He immediately stood up and left, saying, "I have to go back to the company to deliver the documents. Please enjoy it with Mr. Godfrey."

"It's okay. I've cooked a lot and it won't waste too much time."

After saying that, Everleigh put the thermos bag on the table and took out the boxes one by one.

"You cooked it yourself?" Moses's eyes gave an ambiguous look suddenly. "Then I mustn't eat it, I... Ahem." He glanced at Theodore from the corner of his eye. When he saw his impatient face, he immediately said seriously, "Mr. Godfrey, I'll leave first if there's nothing else."

Theodore replied with a hum, his expression indifferent.

The door of the ward slammed shut and the only sound in the room was the sound of Everleigh picking up the things.

"You cooked this on your own?" Theodore's voice came from the sofa. He was half in doubt.

"Yeah," Everleigh's action of opening the box paused for a second, and then she explained stiffly, "Didn't you like the fish soup cooked by Sarah? She had something to attend to and asked for leave, so she's not here for the next two days. I learned a few dishes from her. It's not very difficult."

"It's rare," said Theodore as he walked over to the dining table. "Didn't you say that you would never learn to cook before?"

"When did I say that?"

"Last semester of our freshman year, near the winter vacation."

Theodore casually mentioned a certain time period, which was more than ten years ago. Everleigh was stunned, and she was in a daze for a moment.

When they were first together, Everleigh had vowed that she would never enter the kitchen for the rest of her life and that she should leave jobs such as cooking to the professionals. She had her own career and dreams, and she would never be trapped in housework like the housekeeper of her family.

The reason they talked about this topic was because Theodore was confessed to by a popular girl from the Foreign Language Academy. She personally made a birthday cake for him and sent it to his dormitory, and Everleigh happened to see it.

"I was in a fit of pique and I was just joking," Everleigh twitched the corner of her mouth. "There isn't such an absolute thing."

Although she rarely cooked, she would cook pasta for the children occasionally. It was easy for her to make a simple sandwich. The word "never" sounded like a fit of pique. She didn't expect Theodore to remember it for so long.

"After having children, you've changed quite a bit," Theodore suddenly said and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Everleigh opened the box, "Have a bite. I seldom cook. It's my first time cooking properly. Maybe it's not very suitable for you. Tell me if there's anything bad, and I'll go back and improve it."

Theodore took the cutleries and looked at the food in the box. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "What's this?"

"Stir-fried vegetables with meat. It seems that the fire was a little too hot, but I was afraid that it wouldn't cook well." Stir-fried vegetables with meat?

Looking at the gray stuff, it was almost impossible to recognize what the original ingredients were. Was it even that dish? This was a bit beyond Theodore's understanding.

However, he still took a piece and put it into his mouth. He chewed without batting an eyelid, his brows slightly knitted together.

"What's wrong?" Everleigh began to doubt her cooking skills suddenly. "Is it not good?"

Theodore's frown eased. He chewed on it twice before swallowing it again. "It's alright, but it's a little salty."

"Drink some soup." Everleigh immediately poured out a bowl of fish soup and pushed it to him. "I didn't put any salt in it, following Sarah's instructions." Theodore nodded and took a sip.

The moment the fish soup entered his mouth, his pupils suddenly contracted. "Ahem, Ahem..."

"What's wrong? The fish soup is also salty? That's impossible. Let me taste it." Saying that, Everleigh immediately picked up the thermos with some fish soup left in her hand. Before it could get close to her mouth, she was pulled back by Theodore.

Everleigh was a little stunned and her eyes fell on her wrist.

Theodore's hand was long and clean, and green veins could be vaguely seen on the back of his hand.

"Didn't you bring it here for me?"

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