Unexpected Encounter with my Boss (Vincent and Tiffany)

This was the first time Tiffany had been out on an inspection, so she took copious notes. As her superior, Vincent was generous with his advice and pointed out important notes to her. Soon it was noon. Tiffany sat in the office, flipping through her notes. She felt that she had learned a lot that day.

Vincent walked over. "Are you hungry?"

Before Tiffany could answer, her stomach grumbled. She covered her stomach awkwardly and said truthfully, "Yes." "Let's go for lunch."

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They were out in a more suburban area. Vincent led Tiffany into a farmhouse restaurant. It looked clean and had a fairly pleasant environment, so he turned to ask her, "Shall we eat here?"

Tiffany wasn't picky. She was surprised that Vincent would ask for her opinion, and she liked the feeling of being respected. She nodded. "Okay."

A woman walked over to them, looking apologetic as she said, "I'm sorry, our chef is sick today. I'm afraid we won't be able to serve you."

Tiffany was a little disappointed. She was very hungry, and on the way there, she had noticed that this was the only restaurant in the vicinity. If they could not serve them, she and Vincent would have no choice but to go hungry. Vincent glanced at her and asked the woman, "Are the ingredients here fresh?"

"They're all fresh, They were just delivered this morning, but the chef was taken sick very suddenly_"

"As long as the ingredients are fresh, then that's good enough. I'll cook," Vincent said. He handed his jacket and briefcase to Tiffany. "Take them."

Tiffany and the woman were both startled.

"Mr. Lewis, you..."

Vincent was already rolling his sleeves up. "What's the matter? Don't you trust me?"

She shook her head. She would never dare say that her boss was incapable of doing something.

She was just surprised that Vincent could cook, and there was a tiny shred of doubt in her mind about whether the food he cooked would be edible or not.

The woman brought Vincent a new apron and took them to the kitchen. It was fairly clean, but Tiffany fell silent when she saw the stove.

It was a farmhouse, so it seemed plausible that they would be using a wood-burning stove.

However, it seemed strange to see Vincent standing in front of it. Hez was wearing an expensive suit and a pristine, snow-white shirt. His elegance seemed out of place.

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"Tiffany, do you know how to add fuel to a fire?" Vincent turned to ask her. She nodded. "Yes."

She put Vincent's jacket and briefcase away and went to the wood-burning stove.

She fed the fire, and before long, the stove warmed up. There was no smoke, either.

Vincent smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to know how to do this."

Tiffany smiled back. "Teresa and I used to live in a shack. I've used wood-burning stoves like this countless times."

"A shack?" Vincent chuckled. "I used to live in one too."

"You used to live in a shack?" Tiffany was very surprised. How could someone of Vincent's status, poise, and elegance have lived in a farmhouse? "Yes, when I was young." Vincent did not elaborate.

However, Tiffany felt that Vincent seemed to lapse into a melancholic mood at the mention of his childhood.

After that, Tiffany witnessed

Vincent's cooking skills. He seemed very familiar with the entire process, from preparing the ingredients to chopping them up. Before long he had prepared several delectable dishes and served them.

Vincent washed his hands at the sink while Tiffany brought over plates and cutlery to wash up. It was a square-shaped sink, and there was enough space for the two of them to stand side by side.

Vincent suddenly turned to look at her, and she instinctively looked up. The two of them stared at each other in the sunlight, and Tiffany slowly started blushing. "I'll wash the dishes..." Tiffany put the dishes into the sink to rinse them.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.