Chapter 116
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The two of them silently entered the living room.
Bertha groped the wall and turned on the light by memory.
The living room is bright, and the house is still the same, but the interior is no longer black and white.
Bertha arrived in the kitchen, Derek silently following her.
Going to the kitchen, she took a thick book out of the cupboard and gave it to Derek.
'This is a cookbook, in the future, you will have to rely on the dishes in the book to cook for me. Each meal must have three different dishes, with no repetitions.
Derek took the book and flipped through two pages.
Seeing that he didn't object, Bertha looked at the clock, it was already half past eight in the evening, but she still hadn't eaten.
'Starting from tonight, you have to cook, and when you're done cooking, call me. Except for the third floor, you can choose any room on the second floor."
Having said that, she went upstairs to the office. The company had a lot of work to do, so she had to work overtime.
Derek watched her back gradually disappear on the stairs, then he breathed out, he was in so much pain that he unconsciously arched his back, he had to lean on the table if he wanted to stand.
The blood on the white shirt had dried, and it stuck to the wound.
After wetting the wound with hot water, he used a hot towel to place it on his hip, and the new shirt separated from the wound.
Afraid of being discovered by Bertha, he quickly took off his shirt and washed the blood stains.
If it was before, he could dry nine parts of his shirt, but today because of the injection, he could only dry half of his shirt.
There was no other way, he could only wear his still-wet shirt. He then wore a black jacket. If she didn't look closely, she probably wouldn't notice it.
After finishing this work, he felt tired, his body had no strength left.
The medicine has a very strong effect.
He hasn't even cooked rice yet and it's already been half an hour. Derek couldn't help but grit his teeth and began studying the menu.
He opened the refrigerator, pork, vegetables, and chicken were all there, and they were still very fresh.
Everything that happened today was her plan.
Derek's eyes were gray, not knowing what he was thinking.
In the office.
Bertha is sitting attentively in front of the computer.
The girl group selection performance she planned has reached its third round, and the temperature and topic surrounding it are rising.
Mica, her best friend, recovered from the illness. It seemed that Mica was not affected either, so she quickly regained her spirit. Her ranking is still in the top 10, if nothing happens she can advance to the finals.
It seems everything is developing in a good direction.
Seeing the situation of the selection performance, she continued to call Juliet.
'Tonight I arranged for two of them to clean the floor, they screamed, and cursed at you. To silence them, I took them to the basement."
Bertha said seriously. "Very good. If the two of them don't listen, just punish them. One more thing, take good care of the male maids, don't let them have any dirty thoughts."
'Yes, Miss. Bertha, don't worry, I will manage it well..."
Juliet on the other end of the line kept promising.
She didn't close the window so she immediately smelled a burning smell in the air.
It seems like it's coming from downstairs.
She hung up the phone in panic and ran downstairs like crazy. She saw smoke flying all over the kitchen.
Derek tried to fan the smoke while coughing.
Bertha was speechless. "I told you to cook, not burn the house."
She covered her mouth, went into the kitchen, turned off the gas stove, and then turned on the range hood and fan to let the smoke go out the window.
After a while, the smell of smoke subsided.
She asked, pointing to the dish that was charred black like coal. 'What is this?"
Derek replied. 'Braised ribs."
Bertha looked at the food some more.
'There are cookbooks but you still can't make them? Why are you so stupid?"
Derek appears innocent. 'I just followed the instructions. If I put it on low heat, I had to cook it for half an hour. I was afraid it would be too slow so I turned the heat up, so…"
"Stupid."
He didn't say anything.
Why did he get the feeling that she was not only talking about food but also scolding him?
Bertha's face darkened, she asked. 'Are you going to let me eat this?"
'I also stir-fried some food."
'So where is it?"
Derek led her to the dining table.
Although the food was bland, the color was quite normal and probably edible.
Okay, she had to eat this meal for now.
Seeing that she intended to taste the food, Derek pulled out the chair to help her, then he went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks.
Bertha looked at him strangely.
An hour ago, he felt humiliated because he had to do all this work, but is he used to it now?
As for Derek, when he finished everything, he stood aside, strangely obedient.
Is he that considerate?
Bertha always felt like there was something strange.
She was using chopsticks to pick up vegetables when she saw someone's eyes brighten slightly.
Something's wrong.
She frowned in suspicion, and then she brought the vegetables to her lips, opening her mouth to prepare to eat.
Someone slightly raised his eyebrows, it seemed like he was looking forward to it.
But when she looked at Derek, he regained his cold expression.
Bertha put down her chopsticks and smiled. 'You should eat first."
Derek bowed his head. "I do not dare."
Although Derek bowed his head, his attitude was not respectful, as expected he was just pretending.
She smiled darkly, then looked at him with sharp eyes, and spoke in a commanding tone. 'This villa is mine now, I am the owner, you are the maid, so this is an order. Now, here you come. Sit down."
