My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)
Chapter 380

Eudora tried her best to promote herself.

"Yeah, I know how to make the meat pie and I'm certain that it is delicious. I believe that the Old Master will like it very much if he gets to taste it."

Madam Westin finally gave in. She was at her wits' end anyway.

Madam Westin had worked in the kitchen for many years and she had served the Old Master all this while. This Old Master was really stubborn. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would start to break down if he did not get to eat his comfort food.

A few years ago, the Old Master had replaced half of the servants in the manor because of a similar matter.

This was already merciful of him. In his early years, when he was still a gangster, he would even break their legs if anyone dared to reject him!

Whether it was for the sake of the Old Master or the safety of the people in the manor, Madam Westin thought that she should let the girl in front of her have a try.

After giving it some thought, Madam Westin finally agreed.

"I hope that you are not lying to me. If anything were to go wrong, the Old Master will not let this slide!"

"I know!" Eudora nodded repeatedly. As long as she had a chance, she ought to grasp it.

Madam Westin immediately asked someone to let Eudora out.

Before entering the kitchen, Eudora could already smell the aroma of baked pastry. It was as though the Holt family had a secret bakery in their manor.

It wasn't far from the truth, in fact. When Eudora walked into the kitchen, she saw huge sacks of flour piled up on one side. On the other side at the stove, more than a dozen chefs were making the same dish over and over again.

Whenever a new meat pie was made, the butler would come up to try it. However, none of them had passed the test.

This was the first time that she had seen such a scene, and the chefs in the kitchen were the top chefs in Greene City. Eudora was initially quite confident, but now she was a little nervous. However, it was too late to go back on her words.

Madam Westin walked over and whispered to bulterwho then looked at Eudora and said, "Let her have a try!"

"Everyone, stop for the time being! Go out and have some rest!"

The chefs put down the pot and pans. They left hurriedly as though they had been granted amnesty.

Soon, several chef assistants came over and cleaned the kitchen. The butler then said, "Let's begin!" Eudora looked at the ready-to-made pastry doughs and shook her head. "These won't do. I want to make it from scratch."

The ingredients needed to be very fresh. Pastry doughs that had been exposed to the air for too long will lose its fluffiness. This was what her mother had taught her.

Speaking of which, her mother did not teach her this dish at all. She only remembered it because she had seen her mother make it often.

The butler let her take her time.

When she was a child, she would ask her mother, "Why must you make the pastry dough from scratch? It's so hard to make. Mom, aren't you tired?"

Her mother shook her head and said with a smile,

"If it's a meal for your loved one, no matter how hard it is, you will be very satisfied as long as you get to see a smile on their face. It's only perfect when the pastry is fluffy yet crispy." Her mother was right. Eudora finally understood what her mother's words meant.

Eudora washed her hands quickly and immediately got to work. She mixed the flour, eggs, yeast, and milk and kneaded the mixture into pastry dough, and allowed it to proof. Then, she prepared the minced meat for the filling.

It felt rather strange. Perhaps, she was affected by her mother's words. By the end of the process, Eudora's mind was filled with Amos' expression when he first ate this dish. She turned on the oven and set the correct temperature.

Eudora imagined her mother standing in front of the oven and smiling at her.

The whole process was extremely smooth, and everything was done swiftly.

Apart from the essential ingredients, the butler, Mr. Hale observed the whole process. It seemed that what she did was no different from what the chefs had done.

"Are you sure that this is the meat pie from Rosaville City?"

Eudora nodded, "Yes!"

She did not even plate the dish with garnish before presenting the meat pie to Mr. Hale.

"It's done!"

Mr. Hale looked at the dish, "That's it?"

"That's it!" Eudora said.

The best food was always the simplest. Only simplicity could bring out the essence of the food.

Mr. Hale took a bite suspiciously. Madam Westin, who was next to him, looked at him nervously. If she could not make the meat pie that the Old Master liked, it was hard to say what the Old Master might do! After Mr. Hale ate the pie, Madam Westin asked, "How is it?"

Mr. Hale frowned, "It tastes good, but I don't know if the Old Master would like this." He was telling the truth. The Old Master had tried a lot of meat pies, but he was not satisfied with any of it!

Madam Westin's heart was hanging in her throat, "What should we do then?"

"Why don't you try to make one in another way?"

Mr. Hale said.

Eudora shook her head, "This is the only way I know how."

While they were talking, a gunshot could be heard coming from outside. Someone ran in in horror. "Mr. Hale, bad news! Bad news!"

Mr. Hale was scared out of his wits that he dropped his cutlery, "What happened?"

"Just now, a bird flew into the Old Master's garden and it was shot down by the Old Master!"

Mr. Hale's face turned pale. "The Old Master took out the gun?"

"Yes!"

Everyone's face turned deadly pale. He was shooting birds. Was he going to shoot someone next? Mr. Hale did not dare to delay any longer. He hurriedly called for help, "Hurry up, send this dish to the Old Master's room."

The person who was going to serve the dish looked as though she was being sent into the lion's den.

"Mr. Hale, please spare me. I have an 80-year-old mother and a three-year-old son. I can't die yet!"

Another person next to her slumped to the ground. "I... I'm only 23, and I'm not even married yet. I haven't gotten to enjoy the beauty of this world."

Mr. Hale gritted his teeth and finally bit the bullet, "I'll serve it myself!"

Everyone looked at Mr. Hale with tears in their eyes, "You are our savior."

Mr. Hale was speechless.

In fact, he was also afraid. Who dared to be arrogant in front of the King of Hell? However, he also knew that if no one were to take on the job, everyone was going to die.

He would risk putting his life at stake for this.

Mr. Hale turned around and said to Madam Westin, "Do not let her out of your sight!"

Madam Westin nodded solemnly, "Don't worry."

Eudora did not understand what he meant at all. After Mr. Hale left, the servants got up and looked at Eudora nervously.

"You're done. If your dish gets sent back, you'll die a terrible death."