Stop, Your Grace!

Most of the day had passed when Melody came out of the laboratory to finish his experiment.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Donald specifically ordered Berg to let her rest for a day today. After drawing blood, she needed to recuperate.

Sitting in the living room watching TV leisurely, Melody was bored.

Looking at the time again, it was already over three o’clock in the afternoon.

She could not sleep either. It’s better to find something to do…

It was better to move than to move. Melody got up and stepped into the kitchen.

In the afternoon, there were not many people in the kitchen, only a few cooks were busy and the rest of the maids were cleaning.

Seeing her come in, they greeted her one after another.

“Miss Lowe.”

“Uh－huh.” Melody looked around, walked to the chef’s side, probed and asked, “Chef, can you make cakes?”

The chef was a Michelin－starred chef from Germany, but after three years in China, he had learned Chinese well.

“Miss Lowe, do you want to eat?”

Melody shook his head and smiled, “I want to learn.”

“Learning to make cakes?”

“Yes, I am free today. I am free and want to make cakes.”

Melody said sincerely.

The chef nodded, “OK, then you can prepare.”

“Good.”

She didn’t expect the chef to say yes so quickly. Melody happily put on her apron and made cakes with him.

She had to say that the chef was a capable person, not only cooking delicious, but also making exquisite cakes.

All afternoon, Melody stayed in the kitchen, fabricating those gadgets bit by bit.

“Miss Lowe, you are very clever.”

When the chef saw the finished product, he could not help praising it.

Melody, holding the rabbit in his hand, asked, “Chef, do you think if I give it to the royal master, will he like it?”

The chef was stunned. He prevaricated and smiled, did not know how to answer.

“Don’t be nervous. I just want to thank him. If he don’t like it, I’ll eat it myself.”

Melody knew how difficult it was for the him to serve, but she wanted to thank him for helping him yesterday. If she was ungrateful, she would not give it to him.

“Er, look, is this kneaded like this?”

“Well, that’s it, very good…”

“…”

At the weekend, Kevin came back early and had just entered the living room. A smell caught his attention.

“Berg.” Kevin took off his coat and walked in.

“Master.” Berg followed him.

Kevin sniffed the fragrance. “What smells so good?”

“It’s the taste of cakes.” Berg added, “Miss Lowe made the cake.”

“Oh?” Kevin raised his eyebrows in an interesting way.

Hooked up the corners of his mouth, He threw his coat to Berg, and stepped into the kitchen.

At this time, Melody was turning on the oven and she was excited to smell the fragrance.

“Ah, ah, chef, come and give me a hand.”

When the cakes were placed on the stove, Melody looked at his achievements and was overjoyed. “Ha ha, it smells good, it must be delicious.”

“Your learning ability is really very good, and you did it well.”

The chef praised.

Melody smiled shyly, stretched out her hand and carefully picked up a piece, gently bite, “That’s delicious.”

Kevin stood outside the kitchen and saw Melody tasting cakes. He looked extremely satisfied, with a bright smile on his face, and a strange feeling spread by…

He had to say that although Melody looked a little ordinary, her smile has a fatal attraction.

Kevin seemed to fall into her smile by accident…

He was fascinated by it…

Melody bit the cake and looked back casually. When her eyes swept over Kevin, who was standing there staring at her, she immediately got a fright. “Ah!”

The cakes in her hand fell all over the floor…

Kevin came to his senses and his face turned cold.

“Do I look very scary?”

Anger of discontent stared at her, and Kevin spoke coldly.

Melody quickly shook his head. “No, no.”

“Did you do this?”

He approached her and stared at the small and lovely cake on the hearth.