Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 773

“First, add two egg yolks, then add 20 grams of white sugar, 50 grams of corn starch, 500 milliliters of milk. Next, stir it evenly, and add a piece of cheese. Then, cook it gently and stir in it until the sauce thickens, and then pour it into a container. Next, keep it refrigerated for three hours and take it out to cut it up. Then brush it with beaten egg yolk, and put it into the oven around two hundred degrees for twenty minutes.”

Emily looked down at what she baked.

It seemed somewhat terrible.

Then she glanced at Trevor’s and said enviously, “Trevor, why do you do a much better job when we follow the same instruction?”

Ferne complained, “So is mine. Look, it just looks a bit dark.”

“Why is yours dark? It should have been golden and delicious. Mr. Ferne, Candy won’t even taste it.” Christy said bluntly.

“No way!” Ferne spooned some, squatted down, and tried to feed the little puppy lying on the ground. “Candy, come on, have a try.”

Candy smelt it and quickly ran away.

Ferne was stunned.

Christy and the others laughed in the kitchen. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

They arranged to compete in cooking this Sunday when Emily took a holiday. As the most intelligent person of them, Trevor showed the rest of them how to do it. When Emily and Ferne finished it, they were upset about their cooking.

Ferne said in disbelief, “As a hotel owner, why am I so terrible at cooking? It’s incredible! Once when I attended a party, I met several bosses there who were so familiar with every single step in cooking some dish. It was the first time that I had known they could cook.”

“So are you going to learn it?” Christy pointed at Noah, who fastened his gaze on the computer on the sofa. “You can learn from my brother. What he cooks is delicious although it isn’t as good as what Trevor cooks.”

Ferne pursed his lips. “I’m not. Noah said that I wouldn’t cook well.”

“I agree.” Christy snapped her fingers.

Ferne was speechless.

Emily spooned the baked milk Trevor made and tasted it and found it so delicious. She was about to ask Christy to have a taste when she heard the two of them talking about Noah. She could not help but look up. It seemed that Noah had been burying himself in his computer since morning. She asked, “What is Noah busy with?”

Christy pointed at Ferne. “Of course, he’s helping Mr. Ferne run the hotel. Mr. Ferne has been too idle ever since he met my brother, just leaving whatever he can to my brother.”

“Wait. It’s not for free. I’ve paid him for it. I also want to hire Trevor now.” Ferne also spooned some cooked by Trevor and crammed it into his mouth. It was so delicious that his eyes flashed with surprise.

Christy quickly covered Trevor’s ears.

“Trevor, be the chef in my hotel.” Ferne stood in front of Trevor with a spoon in his mouth.

Trevor held Christy’s hands in his palms. Then, he looked at Ferne and said, “We might settle down here in the future. If you run a hotel here, I’ll think about it.”

“Great! Noah, how about running a hotel here?” Ferne’s eyes lit up, put down the spoon, and ran to the sofa.

“I don’t have money.” Noah stared at the screen without looking up.

Ferne pondered it stroking his jaw. “I do. Besides, it won’t cost much to start a hotel. Then what will it be named after?”

“Since this one is called Dalton, then the other one Dutton,” Noah said calmly.

He was indicating the name of the Dalton Hotel was funny. Hearing it, Christy was about to laugh out loud when she heard Ferne clap. Then he said, “Alright! That’s it! Mo You Hotel, it is good!”

Noah didn’t know what to say.

Christy was speechless.

Emily remained silent.

So did Trevor.

Ferne took out his phone, dialed a number, and went to the balcony. It seemed that he was contacting the person in charge of the hotel to ask where the hotel should be located in Happisland City. Then he had someone find a Feng Shui master to check the location, apply for the name to see if it was registered. If it was, he would buy it at a high price…

When Vincent came out of the study, Ferne was consulting Christy and the others on running his new hotel.

Vincent asked, “What is it?”

Emily raised her hand and said, “Mr. Ferne is so rich and even wants to open a new hotel here. Mr. Vincent, maybe we can invest in it. If this business goes public in the future, we don’t have to work to make money anymore.”

Vincent walked over and pinched her chin with his thumb. “What did you eat?”

Emily wiped the cream from her mouth and pointed to the baked milk behind. “It was cooked by Trevor. It is particularly delicious.”

As she spoke, she spooned some to Vincent’s mouth.