C7 The Food Was Quite Delicious!

Hearing this, the expression on Keith's face stiffened. The bathrobe on his chest opened up, revealing his strong and sturdy chest. He glanced at Patricia and said angrily, "What are you looking at? A lecherous woman!"

The corner of Patricia's forehead twitched. She was speechless. This man was rude and unreasonable.

"Goo, goo ~ ~"

Keith wrapped his bathrobe up and was about to enter the password when his stomach started to groan. He stopped typing and stared at Patricia with a deep gaze. He said sternly, "Do you know how to cook?"

"…"

She nodded and shook her head after a second.

"I'm hungry. Go and cook for me!" Keith ignored Patricia's shaking head and gave the order righteously.

"Mr. Johnson, I'm not your housekeeper."

"Who cares who you are? Go cook for me." Keith's voice was domineering and full of threat. "If you don't cook well, just wait and see!"

After saying that, he walked straight to his bedroom and ignored Patricia.

…

In the kitchen, with a kitchen knife in her hand, Patricia smashed the chilies on the chopping board into pieces. Her clean face was flushed with anger, "You're crazy!"

He wanted her to get lost as soon as possible, but now he was forcing her to cook. Keith, the young master of the Johnson family, was a lunatic.

But after he finished cooking...

"Mr. Johnson, the food is ready."

When the hot soup and hot noodles were served on the table, Patricia lifted her big smile and called out softly.

Keith was wearing men's slippers, and his black hair had already dried up. His dark eyes looked at the food on the table, and his handsome face revealed a deep disdain.

"That's all?"

Seeing the two beautiful eyebrows of Keith frown together, Patricia wanted to kill a fly. She had already cursed him eighteen times in her heart, but she still maintained a smile on her face.

"Mr. Johnson, your food is limited, so I can only do this much. If you are not satisfied, I can help you order supper."

Keith glanced at the calm and composed Patricia and picked up the bamboo chopsticks. He ate the noodles gracefully and quietly.

Humph.

Although this woman was scheming, her noodles were quite delicious.

However, as Keith ate, he glanced at Patricia sitting opposite him and said sternly,

"What are you doing?"

Holding the chopsticks, Patricia picked up the bowl of noodles and tasted it. "I have two bowls of noodles. You can have one bowl and I can have another."

Keith's eyes darkened as he snatched the bowl of noodles from Patricia. "Who allowed you to eat it?"

What a joke! He was a man, and he only allowed him to eat one bowl of noodles. Was he trying to starve him to death?

As she sat there, her palm-sized face was filled with various expressions of speechlessness. Had this man never eaten noodles in his previous life? Two egg rolls, a few green vegetables, two bowls of noodles, and Keith gulped down the remaining soup.

"Hehe …"

"..."

"Mr. Johnson, since you have finished eating and drank the soup, can I leave now?"

After Keith wiped his mouth clean, he asked in a low voice.

"Get lost!" Keith stood up and placed the bowl in the sink. He then walked into the kitchen and washed the bowl. After that, he placed the bowl in the sink and walked out of the kitchen with satisfaction.

"Why are you still not going to get lost?" Seeing that Patricia still had not left, Keith's attitude became even more vile.

The young master of the Johnson family, who had a noble body, was actually washing the dishes by himself? What kind of secret was this?