Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 799

However, Patrick chose to be stubborn. "But 100 dollars for a pound of beef is really cheap."

Amelia went speechless as he discovered that Patrick did not care about the market price because he was filthy

rich.

If they were to compare their life, Amelia who took the subway to work every day was really in a sad position,

"Well then, if you insist, | have nothing to say."

Seeing Amelia acted as if she did not want to talk to him anymore, Patrick got anxious and immediately said,

"Actually... | did bargain with the boss!"

Amelia looked at him lifelessly. If this was the price after bargaining, what would the price be then before the

bargaining was done?

Seeming to understand what she was thinking, Patrick said, "The boss started off with 105 dollars a pound and |

said to wipe the last digit, so he consciously reduced it to 100 dollars per pound." He was really dumb yet cute at

the stime.

Amelia held back the urge to let her tears dropped. She tiptoes and patted Patrick's shoulder. She then said

sincerely, "You'd better go to the supermarket rather than the market in the future. Oh no, you'd better not go

alone. Get someone else to accompany you!"

Patrick crossed his arms over his chest with a confident and independent look. "There's no need, | can do it

myself. As forbeing scammed, I'll treat it as a donation for the poor."

Fine, it was his money after all, he had the rights to do whatever he wanted.

Amelia's heart was full of helplessness but she retained the smile on her face. She did not know whether Patrick

was really dumb or was he pretending to be dumb. Anyway, no matter which one it was, what he said just now

had already made her laugh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Amelia was smiling happily and it seemed that her mood was

recovering. Patrick then grasped the chance and said, "Look, I've bought all the materials back myself, shouldn't

you at least showwhat you got?"

Although Amelia was feeling happy, she did not keep her attitude, "Why should 1? Why can't you makea

meal?"

Patrick answered frankly, "I don't know how to cook. I'm afraid that you wouldn't even dare to eat what |

cooked."

Amelia squinted at him. "How would you know if you

never tried?"

Back then, Patrick had cooked noodles for her when she was asleep. When she woke up, she realized that the

noodles were so slimy that even the maid advised her not to eat it. In the end, Amelia still finished the noodles.

For her, it was not noodles that she was eating, she was enjoying Patrick's love and care for her. This was

something that she could remember for a lifetime.

Hearing Amelia saying that she would eat the food cooked by him, Patrick smiled and said, "Since you forced me

to cook, I'll cook then but you better not regret it! Let's make it clear first. You have to eat as much as | cook. If

you can't finish what I've cooked, | won't go into the kitchen again."

Amelia looked at him with amusement and said, "What if I'm able to finish what you served? Then will you be in

charge of our meals whenever Huxton and Dr. Scarlett aren't around?" Patrick frowned when he heard this. In his

opinion, doing chores were much more troublesthan doing business. But since the bet was so 'big', should

he accept it or not?

Seeing the sparkle in his eyes, Amelia could not help but laugh. When Patrick heard her laughter he felt as if he

was punched on the chest, it left him numb and limping.

He even cup with an absurd idea that it was better that he lost so he could always cook all kinds of soup for

her...

As soon as this idea cup in his mind, Patrick cursed himself for being crazy. He would never sacrifice himself

to this extent for a woman. Not even Sissi could eat a proper meal cooked by him. However, as he met Amelia's

gaze, his mouth went out of control and he agreed with her bet, "Sure."

He really was crazy.

Ten minutes later.

Amelia heard thumping coming from the kitchen and she could not help being worried outside the kitchen.

Patrick sounded like he was tearing down the kitchen, was he really doing so? Amelia sneaked into the kitchen to

check on Patrick, when she saw his next move, her pupils enlarged in an instant.

Patrick was going to throw a whole piece of freshly washed beef into the oil pan. What was he doing? Wasn't it

enough to blow up her car? Did he wanted to blow up the kitchen too! "Wait a minute!" Amelia did not care

about the bet anymore. For the sake of their lives, she pushed

Patrick aside and picked up the pan with her two hands. Even if she was splashed by hot oil, she had no choice

by to endure it.

She turned to look at Patrick and saw the calm look on Patrick's face. Amelia was very angry and said, "Turn off

the fire now!"

"Okay." Patrick raised his hand and reached for the fire stove.

"Be careful! You're going too close!" Amelia who was standing next to him shouted nervously.

Despite the fact that Patrick was strong but his fingers appeared to be very thin and dry against the firelight. She

was afraid that he would light them up if he was not careful.

When Patrick heard her warning, he was stunned for a moment. Then he quickly turned off the switch of the

stove and looked at her with his sideglance.

Seeing that her eyes had been fixed on his fingertips, he smiled and said, "I think you're being too nervous."

Amelia cto her senses and glared at him. "Who told you to get so close to the fire like this? Are you

attending a bonfire party?"

Patrick explained, "I often use lighters, so I'm used to getting so close to the fire."

Amelia snorted as she accepted Patrick's

statement.

She put the pan in her hand onto a cooler surface and said to Patrick, "Do you know it's very dangerous for you

to cook like this?"

"Is that so?" Patrick said as he looked at her with interest.

Seriousness arouse on Amelia's face. "First of all, this is beef, not steak and the part you chose is relatively thick.

It's not rational to throw the whole piece into the pan like this. If you fried it too fast, the meat would still be raw.

If you overcooked it, the meat would becoverly chewy. So my advice to you is... Never mind, forget it."

Thinking that Patrick lacked the talent in cooking, Amelia felt it was more reliable for her to demonstrate herself.

She poured the beef in the pan onto a plate and absorbed the oil and water on the beef with a napkin. Then she

looked at Patrick and said, "When the oil is boiling, you'd better dry the water off your food before putting the

food down. Otherwise, when the oil and water collide, hot oil will splash everywhere. Do you understand?"

Patrick stared at Amelia's pink lips. Seeing that she remain silent after asking a question, Patrick immediately

nodded and said, "I understand."

Very good.

Amelia nodded and began cutting the beef with a knife. But as she was cutting the beef, a thought cto her

mind. Wasn't it suppose to be Patrick who was making dinner, why did she becthe one who preparing the

food?

Thus, this was Amelia's servility. She had been enslaved by Patrick for so long and it had been engraved in her

bone. Once Patrick started misleading her, she would fall into the strap again. It really was tfor her to

stop!