Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 917: She was very bossy

Serena finished putting the plate in front of Angelo, turned and left.

Looking between the calf and Serena, Angelo muttered, "I won't eat it the way you want.

Next to him, Dominic had already taken half of it, which gave him a good appetite.

When he heard Angelo, he asked, "Sir, if you don't like overcooked veal, give me some, I'm capable of chewing.

Hearing this, Angelo became angry.

-What are you saying, that I can't chew?

Domenico touched his nose and said smilingly, -You said the veal is overcooked, well...II.

Presumably stimulated, Angelo took his chopsticks and put a piece of the speckled sauce in his mouth. It tasted great, especially the taste of the sauce, which was totally different from what he had eaten. Angelo couldn't help but be curious, "What kind of sauce is it?

-Stop asking, you'll never be able to buy it," Beatrice replied.

-What is the name of this sauce? -said Domenico.

Anna gave a shy smile,-It is the sauce made by me, if you want it, I can make some to go.

Hearing this, Angelo was very surprised, not thinking that this girl knew how to make this kind of sauce.

By the way, Serena added: -Anna can cook very well, it's the sauce she just mixed.

Angelo muttered, -I'm just asking what kind of sauce is it, did I say I like it?

The whole crowd fell silent.

Suddenly they did not know how to respond.

Seeing him chewing the beef with the sauce, Anna and Serena looked at each other, helpless in their eyes.

Beatrice scoffed coldly and gave him no face.

-It is not said that it is good, but that it is bad.

As soon as she said that, Beatrice stood up, took the sauce and put it in front of her, -you don't like not eating, stop wasting.

She thought for a while, glanced at Angelo's plate, then said, -Do you look like someone who is not good even the plate? Better give it to me, I'm afraid you're wasting food. Beatrice stood up again, quickly put the plate in front of her, which Angelo only took several slices.

Angelo was stunned.

This little daughter was so bossy.

So bossy!

Angelo was so angry that he almost blew his eyebrows, however, in front of his little daughter, he did not dare to say anything wrong, in fact, he had no more words. Domenico looked on, unable to restrain himself from laughing. Angelo often suffers from failures in front of Mrs. Beatrice, so he should say something nice to ease the tension. However, what flattered Angelo was Serena, to whom Angelo could not help but make himself beg. In the end, the whole thing was torn apart by Mrs. Beatrice.

Angelo was so angry that he could not protest.

Thinking this, Domenico said to Angelo in a low voice, -Sir, stop provoking, Mrs. Beatrice is a difficult person to handle.

Although he mumbled, because Beatrice was on the other side not too far away, he could vaguely hear Domenico's words.

He said with narrowed eyes, -Domenico, tell me who is difficult to handle?

Domenico gave an embarrassed smile, without answering.

The topic was passed over. Angelo thought Domenico could explain, without waiting for Domenico to say anything or for Beatrice to insist.

So that's what Domenico said, did he stop provoking?

As Serena was ready to heat another dish for Angelo, suddenly Beatrice stopped her and said coldly, "All the ingredients are ready. If anyone doesn't feel like making it himself, he'd better pack his bags and go back to his big house, where a bunch of servants are waiting for him.

There was silence for a while.

As Beatrice said this, Serena had to stop helping him warm the lamb, and Domenico cast a glance at Beatrice, and inside he suddenly felt regretful.

Why had he just given her advice? Was it so difficult to eat in silence?

How wonderful! He would have nothing to eat, he would even have to heat it himself.

It was now impossible for Angelo to return to that large but desolate house. He scoffed inwardly. But it was not wrong to do it himself.

It's not that he didn't know it.

So, Angelo got up to do it himself.

When he began, Serena and Anna stood worriedly, watching him.

After all, he was an old man. The meal was very hot, which was very dangerous for Angelo. The whole group was worried about fires or other accidents.

Anna and Serena winked at each other.

Then Anna put down her chopsticks.

-Well, sir, leave it to me.

-Sit down! -Beatrice gave her a look, muttering, -Are you still friends with Serena? You are not the servant of the Calligaris family, you have no reason to serve them.

Anna bit her lips, not daring to say anything. Actually, Beatrice had such a strong aura and she was also the oldest.

Serena thought about it and then said lightly, "Although we are not the servants of the Calligaris family, after all we are the youngest, we have to serve the elders. Aunt Beatrice, Grandpa and Domenico, wait until the meals are ready, let us do it.

Cristian was still in the hospital. If something happened to Angelo, it would really upset him.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes, looking at Serena, whose gaze was very sure. She thought about it and it turned out that it was better to leave her, or protest.

So Beatrice said no more. On the contrary, Domenico said, -No, it's okay to do it alone.

Angelo also said, -No need for assistance, I can do it by myself."

Domenico was of a similar age. If he could do it, why couldn't Angelo do it?

Beatrice let out a cold smile, -Listen, he doesn't listen to you at all, so stop worrying, hurry up and eat, then rest, after that we have to go to the hospital.

Hearing hospital, Angelo reacted and raised his head to ask, -What are you going to the hospital for?

As soon as he asked, Angelo remembered that he had come with the intention of waiting for Cristian. Because of the dinner, he was almost forgetting the purpose, he even had the feeling that he had come for the family dinner with them, he did not even remember that Cristian was not there.

Suddenly Angelo felt sad.

-Where is Cristian?

As for Cristian, Serena did not answer him, nor did Anna, who looked around.

Angelo put down his chopsticks, not feeling like eating, -Answer me.

-What a bore! If you like to wait here, wait, but we have the right to choose whether to answer you or not.