"Find a restaurant and borrow their kitchen. I want to make braised pork." Chester Yale got out of the car, stood beside it, thought for a moment, and then instructed Mr. Gomez.
"Braised pork?" Mr. Gomez was stunned.
They had come to the hospital to visit someone. Why did they need to borrow a kitchen to make braised pork?
"Mr. Chester, if you want to eat something, just have someone bring it over. There's no need to cook yourself..." Mr. Gomez was only halfway through his sentence when he finally realized, "Mr. Chester, are you cooking for Miss Sherman?"
"..."
"I'll find a kitchen right away! Miss Sherman really wants to eat meat. She'll definitely be delighted to know that you personally cooked for her." Mr. Gomez was as excited as if he was the one who was going to eat the meat. He quickly turned around and ran to the restaurant.
Chester followed at a leisurely pace.
Thinking of Evelyn Sherman's lovely face, the corners of his mouth curved into a doting smile.
