"Self-taught. Would Mr. Bailey like to learn?"
"You used all your tricks, thinking that by learning to cook one dish, you could replace her!?" Wayne Bailey's voice was hoarse.
Anna Jadwin bit her lip. Could he still taste the food she made?
He was so foolish to the ends of the earth, yet thankfully, he still had his sense of taste!
"How I learned and what tricks I've used, you don't need to know. But I do want to ask Mr. Bailey, in these past few months, haven't you had the women around you cook meals for you?"
"..."
"Let her try cooking, see what it tastes like!" Anna Jadwin's gaze was icy as she turned her face away.
Wayne Bailey furrowed his brow. He owed Anna Jadwin so much, and it wasn't easy to finally have her back, just to pamper her – why would he let her cook? Therefore, for these past months, he hadn't let Anna Jadwin touch the greasy fumes of the kitchen or do any rough work, and Anna Jadwin hadn't taken it upon herself to cook for him either.
