The most outrageous thing was, he didn't even cut the chicken properly before cooking; he just threw the whole chicken into the pot, poured a bottle of red wine, and started a chaotic stew.
The resulting dish was a red wine chicken that was both black and red, which caused Enna Clark such stomach pain that she ended up in the hospital that night.
Recalling that miserable ordeal, Enna still felt a lingering fear.
Baron Lawrence's cooking skills are terrifying.
He's definitely not cut out for cooking!
His expensive hands weren't meant for cooking; making money is more suitable for him.
Using a kitchen knife... Let's forget it.
Right now, Enna Clark couldn't figure out, "Mr. Harris, do you know why he suddenly decided to cook for me?"
Is today a special day?
She vaguely thought of something, but didn't dare to be sure for a long time.
