My Waste Husband

Chapter 111

France is a country very dedicated to food and etiquette. Prince Charlie had been trained in a comprehensive etiquette since he was a child. But now, he seemed to have forgotten the etiquette that had ever been deeply rooted in his mind. His attention was completely attracted by the food in front of him.

Holding a knife and fork, Prince Charlie was putting the delicious food into his mouth one by one and tasted it carefully. Only after he finished tasting the last dish did he realize that he had lost his composure.

"Sorry, please forgive me. These things are really delicious!" Prince Charlie did not hide his praise. "I promise, this is the most delicious food that I have ever eaten. Milan, you can make such delicious food with ordinary ingredients. Your cooking skills have exceeded your teacher's!"

Prince Charlie's words made Taff widen his eyes in disbelief.

Prince Charlie smiled at Taff and said, "Taff, you can taste it. I believe that after tasting these delicacies, you will also agree with me."

Taff tried a bass with a suspicious look, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly. When the bass tasted delicious in his mouth, his expression became extraordinarily wonderful, with joy, loss, and admiration.

What made him happy was that he seemed to see a new inspiration in this bass. What made him disappointed was that he had lost this competition. He had to admire this Chinese woman in front of him. Her understanding of food and her cooking skills were far beyond his!

"Your Highness Charlie, you flatter me," Milan smiled. "In fact, I was just lucky."

"Milan, I think you can take over your teacher's position when you go back this time, and he will be happy for your achievements," Prince Charlie said sincerely.

Whether it was true or not, Milan didn’t agree with him. The dishes on the table didn’t come from her own hands, but because of this incident, she saw another way, a way that allowed her to go further in her road of cooking delicious food.

Milan looked at Henry, who was standing beside her. The man stood there like a calm lake, but if you took a closer look, you would find that he was like a sea, mysterious and unfathomable.

After the contest, they have to leave the Di Saint. Prince Charlie said that he would not return to the country immediately. This time, he also wanted to see the ancient country that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Of course, Sylvia would not let go of this opportunity. She offered to choose a guide for Prince Charlie. All the activities of Prince Charlie would be arranged by Lins Group.

Prince Charlie accepted Sylvia's proposal with pleasure and took her business card.

Henry, Sylvia, Milan, and Nico went out of the Di Saint.

As soon as he walked out of the restaurant, Henry was interrogated about his cooking.

As for this, he had already thought about how to explain. He told the truth, "There was an old master who taught me some cooking skills, and this time I happened to use them."

None of the three girls believed his explanation. Henry could do nothing about it. What he said was the truth, but he did not tell them who the old master was.

"Henry, thank you very much today. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have known what to do," Milan said gratefully.

Nico also nodded, and there was some embarrassment on her pretty face. She had proposed a lot of ways last night to see how to expose this liar. As a result, she accepted Henry's help today, which made her feel very embarrassed. She felt that she was the kind of villain who would repay kindness with ingratitude.

"We're all friends. There's no need to thank me," Henry waved his hand indifferently.

When they were walking, Sylvia pulled Henry's sleeve and whispered to him, "Come over."

"What's wrong?" Henry took two steps to the side with Sylvia with a puzzled face.

Sylvia handed a name card to Henry. "This is the contact information of Manager Sun of the marketing department. In the next few days, Manager Sun will arrange the schedule of Prince Charlie, do you get it?"

Sylvia didn't tell him everything, but the meaning of her words was very obvious. This was an opportunity for Henry to get close to Prince Charlie so that he could get in touch with the French enterprise.

Henry promised to find a partner within three days, and Sylvia was already very generous for him.

Henry smiled, took the business card, and said, "Thank you, President Lin!"

"Don't be so cheeky," Sylvia looked at Henry with anger. "I hope you take work seriously, understand?"

"Don't worry!" Henry made a gesture of OK to her.

Seeing Henry like this, Sylvia felt more gratified. Anyway, this person was getting better and better.

They went to the parking lot and parted ways. Henry wanted to go back to the company with Sylvia, but he received a call from President Ma.

"Young master, we have already informed the whole country about the Lins medical training institute, but many people still have doubts about it. After all, you know, it's incredible to us, so we hope that you can give an open lecture." President Ma was careful when talking, fearing that Henry would be dissatisfied.

Henry thought for a moment and replied, "Okay. You can decide the place and number of people for the lecture. I only have one request that no cameras should be allowed."

Hearing Henry's words, President Ma was full of joy. "No problem, young master. How about tomorrow? The location is in the University of Yinzhou. If you need any equipment, just tell me."

"I'll go to the clinic of traditional Chinese medicine. Are you there?"

"I'll be there at once!"

Henry spent a whole morning telling President Ma what to prepare for publicly teach, including medical cases, specimens, etc.

In the afternoon, Henry had nothing to do. Thinking that it had been a long time since he went to Spring Residential Home, he bought something and went there to see the children.

Spring Residential Home

Jenny Qin, dressed in a loose sports suit of red and white, sat on the grass. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, which made her look young and full of vigor. Her slender legs extended on the lawn, forming a perfect golden ratio with her upper body. She cupped her cheeks in her hands and looked at the distance with her smart eyes.

Since the last meal at her teacher's home, she had never seen Henry. Every time she came to the welfare home, he wasn't there.

She had wanted to call Henry countless times, but she didn't know what excuse she should use or directly say that she wanted to invite him to dinner? The last time they went to the teacher's house, she used this excuse. Would it be too unrestrained if she used it again?