SWNOVELS Chapter 47
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Christine Paul was not a good cook. Milo was usually the one who cooked for her family.
However, the latter was under the weather today. Therefore, Christine had to prepare dinner with the most straightforward recipes.
She could only executive simple dishes like spaghetti and mushroom soup; she had no clue about being a chef.
Moreover, it was not a matter of whether she could cook. Randall Reeves wanted her to be a chef at the Reeves family. Christine was a brain surgeon.
She wanted to show him the proof.
“Mr. Reeves, I think you’re mistaken. I’m a brain surgeon, not a chef
“Although you’re not a chef, your cooking is incredibly delicious. I will hire you to be my personal chef at the Reeves family residence,” Randall offered.
Christine stared at him, behaving like a generous yet arrogant employer. She was so furious she wanted to kick him out of
her house.
Randall’s arrogance turned her off. He made it sound like it was an honor to be his personal chef.
“Randall Reeves, I don’t know where your misplaced confidence comes from. Do you think I’ll give up my beloved profession to be your private chef?”
“Anything is possible if the price is right. That’s how it works in life. Name your price; I can afford it,” he said arrogantly.
Christine was convinced Randall was a wacko and that she could not communicate with him at all.
“Money isn’t omnipotent in this world. It can’t solve everything. Moreover, the main point is I don’t lack money,” she tried to reason with him.
Christine was disgusted that Randall wanted to throw money at her. She wanted to slam the dining table, point her finger at him, and shout aloud.
She was the mother of Magnate, the acclaimed financial genius in the Western Hemisphere, yet Randall Reeves repeatedly threw money at her, trying to control her.
Randall behaved like he was the only one who could afford it.
Oliver gazed at Milo solemnly, wondering if his brother had failed his attempt.
Milo’s brows were tightly knitted as they communicated telepathically.
“Brother, I put three spoonfuls of salt in just now. I wanted him to take a bite and leave the house immediately, but he finished the whole plate. I served him the second round with five spoonfuls of salt, and he finished it again. Moreover, he wanted Mommy to be his private chef. Do you think he’s serious?”
Milo was dumbfounded. Randall did not play by the rules.
Oliver was also at a loss. Was there something wrong with their scumbag dad? He must be very sick.
At this moment, Lindsay hurriedly went to get a glass of water for her father.
Randall frowned, wondering why Lindsay suddenly brought him water. Moreover, she looked genuinely concerned.
Randall felt strange but could not figure out the reason.
The two brothers instantly felt embarrassed, realizing Lindsay knew they had tampered with Randall’s food.
“What’s the deal with Little Tail?” Milo wondered. She joined the brothers‘ telepathic chat group without permission again, just like the last time.
Although they liked her now, it did not mean they wanted her in the chat group.
Randall also realized someone had tampered with his food. He looked at Christine and said, “Did you tamper with the
food?”
“Are you kidding? Everyone eats the same food. How dare you accuse me of tempering your food? I have no desire to die with you,” she scoffed.
Christine suddenly felt something was suspiciously wrong with her sons.
She asked coldly, “Did you two tamper with the food?”
“No, Mommy!” Oliver and Milo denied it straight away.
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“Little brats, what have I said about not lying to Mommy?”
Milo lowered his eyes and said awkwardly. “It’s not tampering per se, Mommy. I just added a little more salt to Uncle’s food. He likes it salty, thinking it’s delicious.”
Christine knew it was not just a little more salt. Milo must be lying through his teeth. Otherwise, he would not look so guilty.
“Tell me in detail. How much salt did you put? Did you put anything else?” Christine was not amused.
“I only put five spoonfuls of salt in the spaghetti and nothing else. Believe me, Mommy; it’s only salt.”
Christine almost lost her wits when she heard Milo admitting to putting five spoonfuls of salt. Randall was evidently oblivious to the added condiment. He finished two servings of spaghetti. Moreover, he invited her to be a private chef at the Reeves family residence. He must be crazy! Christine wondered if the added salt altered his state of mind.
Randall realized Milo had tricked him. A large amount of salt had been added to the food he had just eaten.
He suddenly realized his taste buds had deteriorated over the years instead of becoming more discerning. He had always been a picky man when food was concerned. However, nothing pleased his tastebuds of late, and he attributed it to him being overly picky. He did not expect his tastebuds to deteriorate.
“Generally, people would complain about salty food after consuming one teaspoon of salt. Milo added five spoonfuls of salt with a total amount of almost 1 oz. It looks like something is wrong with your taste buds, Randall. Let me take a look for you, Christine suggested.
Although Christine did not want to treat Randall, her son was guilty of the deed. She thought of her offer as a way to make up for Milo’s bad behavior.
Christine gestured for Randall to go to the living room for her to check on his illness.
Milo hurried over and said confidently. “Mommy, let me do it. I can treat a small problem like taste failure.”
“You’ll treat me?” Randall was surprised.
“Are you looking down on me? I’m a skillful doctor, mind you.”
A skillful doctor? He looked more like a little mischief–maker instead.
Some time ago, Milo set up a stall at the entrance of Reeves Group for fortune–telling. He now claimed to be an expert in treating patients and concocting medicine.
Milo must have tried to pull his leg.
“Don’t look at me with suspicion. You’re blaspheming me. I’m a talented and skillful doctor. I agree to treat you so you would get off my mommy’s back.”
Randall looked at the arrogant child before him and found him fascinating.
“All right, I’ll give you a chance.”
Lindsay was puzzled. Daddy had always hated wasting time, yet he agreed to let Milo treat him.
Milo approached Randall and said, “Open your mouth and say ahh!”
Randall was amused as he opened his mouth, thinking that he let a young kid treat him.
“I’m trying to diagnose you. What are you laughing about? Are you looking down on a skillful doctor like me? Let me tell you, mister, Prof. Austin from Cardolia praised me for my medical skills. Treating your taste failure is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.”
Randall’s face darkened; Milo’s analogy did not amuse him. Christine Paul, on the other hand, burst into laughter.
“Come on, let me take your pulse.”
Milo said calmly, “Your tongue is light in color, and its center is white and greasy. Your pulse is shallow and weak. It means your spleen has lost its vitality with insufficient blood flow. Therefore, the depleted energy weakens your pulse
significantly, and the tongue becomes light and greasy when the spleen is weak and damp. The sense of taste decreased as a result. However, the illness is in the tongue, which represents the spleen. The tongue governs the essence of the internal organs. When the spleen is weak, the tongue will also lose its nourishment, and the function of the tongue will decrease. Therefore, the treatment principle is strengthening the spleen and improving your inner energy. Your breath will be fresh as your spleen returns to normal with the prescribed herbal soup.”
Randall was stunned by Milo’s diagnosis.
He did not expect the little boy to be so knowledgeable in traditional medicine. He was indeed a skillful practitioner. “I’ll write you a prescription, Milo concluded.
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