Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 280

Chapter 280 What's Your Surname?

"Go! Why not?"

Before Freddy could reply, Dr. Charles rushed to answer.

Dr. Charles was worrying about what to eat for lunch. The smell of the food of Sapidity Restaurant made him lose his appetite, especially since he had been eating food cooked by Cierra for the past two days.

It was difficult to go from extravagance to frugal. For Dr. Charles, now eating the food cooked by other people was just like chewing wax.

When Dr. Charles heard Wilson's suggestion, he was in total agreement.

It was a bandwagon effect. If one person stood up in agreement, most of the rest would not object.

Freddy had no objection and was eager to have two more meals cooked by Cierra.

However, he remained reserved for a moment. "Let's see if Cierra's willing or not. I have no objections."

In fact, Cierra didn't really care.

Although she was lazy, she was still willing to cook for her elders.

What's more, the dishes here were all prepared, and the kitchen utensils were very professional. She just needed to make them. It was not troublesome.

"However..."

Cierra didn't keep it to herself and openly spoke of the confusion in her heart, "Of course there's no problem to cook for you three, but if I leave, who will be the judge on half of L'Opera Restaurant?" "Well, it's not a big deal. There are so many judges. It doesn't matter if you leave now."

Freddy didn't care about being the judge. He had never participated in any competition

before.

However, Wilson had his own selfish motives.

He wanted to have a taste of the young girl's cooking and see if Freddy was trying to

fool him.

After all, such a young girl was known as the 22nd-generation successor of the Mayo family. Even if Dr. Charles could prove it, Wilson still had some doubts in his heart.

As for the judge, he didn't want to let her go either.

L'Opera Restaurant was very famous. In the past, they had never taken the competition. seriously. This year, Sapidity Restaurant was the one holding the competition, but he had invited someone here. It was not an exaggeration to say that they had gave him

face.

If he drove her away, wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?

Wilson interrupted them and said, "Making comments and cooking won't affect each other. Since she is good at cooking, when she finishes cooking two dishes at random, the children in the competition will not probably get their food cooked. We can compare the dishes with hers so that those arrogant children can be sincerely convinced and understand there is always someone better!"

"Pah! Who's your senior sister? Don't call her that!"

They were both cunning old guys, so Freddy knew what Wilson was thinking at a glance.

"Wilson is really shameless.

"In the past, he looked down on L'Opera Restaurant with his granddaughter, but now he

is reluctant to let her go.

"He wants to take all the benefits. How shameless he is!" Freddy thought.

However, what surprised Freddy was Cierra's attitude.

Cierra went silent for a moment before she said, "It's fine if I make a comment. Just take it as a competition between me and this group of young people. Since I have enjoyed the reputation of L'Opera Restaurant's Senior Sister for too long, I'm afraid I will forget myself."

People had to spur themselves on all the time.

In terms of cooking, Cierra had always been known as a talented genius since she

learned cooking from her master.

It was easy to lose oneself after being praised too much.

Sometimes, she even felt that as long as she made something delicious, she would be the best in the world.

But there were so many delicacies in the world. How could there be the best?

Putting aside the fact that everyone had different tastes and secret recipes, just the most common home-cooked dishes would fail if they were not careful.

Cierra looked at the young people on the stage, and a sense of competition rose in her

heart.

Although Cierra couldn't participate in the competition, she still wanted to give it a try.

Cierra didn't want to compete with others but only wanted to win against herself.

Of course, this was not the only reason why Cierra agreed so easily.

The main reason for that was because Cierra felt very apologetic upon hearing her grandfather addressing her as senior sister.

Bloodline Suppression was nothing more than that.

Even though Cierra knew it was a polite teasing, she still felt uncomfortable.

"If I agree, it will be less awkward to meet him in the future." Cierra thought.

While the three of them were discussing what to eat at noon, a man's voice came from behind them. If one listened carefully, one could hear that he was a little aggrieved. "Can I join you for this meal?"

Draven stood behind the three of them and quietly listened to their discussion. It was not until the result was confirmed that he pursed his lips and interrupted.

Cierra looked back and frowned when she saw him. "Why are you still here?"

Draven's eyes dimmed. "Cierra, do you dislike me that much?" Draven asked.

"Isn't this nonsense?

"As the saying goes, a qualified ex-husband should be dead.

"On the contrary, it seems that he will not stop until he is dead." Cierra thought.

Cierra ignored him. The expression on her face explained everything.

She turned around with a cold face and said, "Mr. Chester, please take me to the kitchen. This is Mr. Trevino, your guest. Please take care of him. I have some old grudges against him and don't want to deal with him."

After all, Draven was brought here by her grandfather. The Barton family could treat him at will, but the Chester family probably didn't dare to offend him.

She didn't want to make things difficult for her grandfather, so she didn't want to show her hostility to him here.

It was good enough to ignore him.

Wilson did not know what was going on between the two young people. He was a little surprised, but he did not ask much. "Okay, I'll take you there."

"The matters between the youngsters will naturally be resolved by themselves.

"I am old and don't want to get involved.

"It is enough to take care of my own business." Wilson thought.

However, Wilson was still very polite. He even looked back at Draven and said, Trevino, it's our honor to have you here today. I'll ask the staff to give you a private seat and comment on the delicious food with the guests. What do you think?"

"Mr.

This Cooking Contest was not only about pursuing a young champion, but more

importantly, it was about food and cultural exchange.

When the competition was over, all the restaurants would bring their specialties to the

guests.

It could also be regarded as an advertisement in another way.

If they could attract investment from a big company like the Trevino Group, it would be even more joyous.

Therefore, Wilson did not hesitate to welcome Draven with the highest courtesy.

Unfortunately, Draven didn't come here for the food, but for one person.

It was Cierra.

Draven just wanted to see her.

At first, he just wanted to see Cierra. He thought it was enough to see her from a distance.

When Draven saw her for himself, he was not satisfied.

Especially when he saw Cierra talking and laughing so amiably to the others, Draven felt even more depressed.

Draven didn't care about food. He only cared about Cierra's smile at him.

When Wilson didn't get a reply from Draven, he felt a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, when Wilson turned around to look at Cierra's expression that was even colder, he felt much more at ease.

"This young girl is still giving Mr. Trevino attitude. Compared to him, I am lucky." Wilson thought.

Wilson didn't take this small matter to heart and led her to the spare kitchen utensils,

Wilson was afraid that something unexpected would happen during the competition, so he had prepared a separate hotel stove for Cierra to use. "Miss, I still don't know your surname. I'm sorry to have offended you before. Please

don't take it to heart."

As they walked over, Wilson and Cierra chatted for a while.