Sampson was surprised to see Stuart’s expression of helplessness. Stuart grew up much more precious than other children. He was born with a grace that would not change his face even if the mountain fell in front of him. He watched Stuart grow up.
It was the first ti the expression appeared on Stuart’s face, and Mr. Sampson thought that Master was really looking after Mrs. Yates. He tentatively asked, "What do you think about Master giving Mrs. Yates a present?"
"What kind of present?"
"Bag? Shoes? Jewelry?"
Mr. Sampson had no knowledge of what won wanted and could only offer such an old-fashioned idea. Despite his lack of experience and no sense of style, Stuart knew a lot about fashion and the trends and now frowned, "She won’t accept it."
Mrs. Yates seed to be really pissed off this ti about not even accepting a gift. Mr. Sampson couldn’t do anything about it. He had the impression that Edie was a very gentle person who was usually very polite to the people who were working for her.
"Master," as Mr. Sampson was considering what would qualify as Master to amuse Mrs. Yates, Carol, who was doing the cleaning, suddenly spoke carefully, "I have an idea." Stuart’s eyes sparkled, and he said, "Okay, say it."
"My husband, whenever he made angry, he made breakfast. Sotis, he wasn’t the greatest at making als, so I didn’t know what to expect from him. When I ate his dinner that he made , it really made feel happy that he would even take the ti to do it. I think it is good to have soone who can make a difference in your life. I don’t think Mrs. Yates is a materialistic person. Maybe she would be more impressed by this thod."
"Make her breakfast?"
Stuart sohow rembered the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that Edie had made for him. She was in her apron, working in the kitchen like a wife. She served him a bowl of hot noodles, and that was one of the happiest monts that he had spent with Edie.
Stuart was lost in thought and did not speak. Mr. Sampson complained about the idea, "I think this is a bad idea? How can Master get into a dirty and greasy place like the kitchen, let alone cook all by himself? This is not in line with the Master’s identity and upbringing."
Before Mr. Sampson finished, Stuart went straight to the kitchen. What he had said was forgotten. He was shocked and looked at him, "Master, you must not go into the kitchen. It is not in the manner of an aristocrat; let cook for Edie, please."
Stuart looked at him coldly with his dark eyes and almost seed disgusted with Mr. Sampson, "I’ll make breakfast for my wife if I want, and is it none of your business?" Mr. Sampson broke out in a cold sweat, but Master’s cooking broke through his cognition.
Even when he was rejected by his Master, he still insisted on persuading him, "You are a real aristocrat, how can you go to a place like a kitchen? It is not following your status. If Mada finds out, she will punish ."
Stuart kept walking, "Mada won’t know." This was a threat to Mr. Sampson to keep his mouth shut and not report to the UK. He was in such a hurry that if Master did get into the kitchen, the housekeeper could be removed.
"But, Master, you don’t know how to cook. What happens if you don’t do as well as Mrs. Yates."
This sentence succeeded in bringing Stuart to a halt, "You an, with my ability, I can’t even make a al?" Mr. Sampson had the audacity to say it, and he shook his head, "No, Master, if you had never cooked before, you need to do it perfectly."
After listening to him, Stuart reached for the kitchen door, took out an apron and put it on. Mr. Sampson looked at his Master with despair, "You are wearing a pink apron." Fortunately, Mada was not here; otherwise, he was really finished.
Seeing Stuart’s decision, his final struggle was to follow Stuart into the kitchen. Stuart looked at him, "What are you doing here?" Mr. Sampson was almost desperate, "I’m here to help you. Please give all the dirty work."
Carol, who had been preparing breakfast in the kitchen, was surprised to see the two of them. Master, in particular, he was wearing an apron, "Master? What are you doing here? The kitchen is dirty."
Stuart asked, "Teach how to cook." He talked the sa way he usually told his subordinates to prepare contracts. Carol didn’t dare say, No. Stuart went to the refrigerator and opened the door. When he saw the fresh tomatoes, his heart started to beat rapidly.
Stuart took out so food, went to the sink and reached for the faucet. Mr. Sampson saw him and rushed over, "Master, how can you do such a thing? Let do it." Stuart quietly but insistently said, "Get out of the way."
Mr. Sampson stood by his side, watching him turn on the tap and washed the tomatoes with his hands. Stuart’s face had a solemn look just as he had signed tens of millions of contracts. After cleaning the dishes, Stuart unskillfully picked up the kitchen knife and asked Carol, "Is that how you do it?"
Carol saw his pose and saw that the Master was better looking than any star on TV. It was almost like watching a comrcial. He was so handso that she couldn’t move her eyes off him. As he was holding a kitchen knife, she said, "That’s exactly right."
This ti, Mr. Sampson did not take the initiative to take over Stuart’s work. He felt sowhat relieved. Perhaps the Master had changed, and the iceberg had lted. He was no longer isolated from himself, and he knew how to make exceptions for those he loved.
This was also what Mada would like to see. All this was because of Mrs. Yates. Now, upstairs in the bedroom Edie, was slowly opening her eyes.
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