My Waste Husband

Chapter 108

"Henry, here!" As soon as he entered the door, Henry heard Sylvia's voice.

"President Lin, what's wrong?" Henry asked curiously.

Her face was full of excitement. "It's a competition! People from France challenge Milan and Nico. They are competing in cooking now!"

"Cooking competition?" Henry asked with doubts all over his face. "President Lin, didn't you just say that it was an opportunity for me? Did you mean to see them cook?"

"Of course not," Sylvia waved her hand. "Whether you believe it or not, the person who came this time is from the French royal family! You can try to find a chance to cooperate with these people."

Upon hearing the word "the royalty", Henry immediately understood what had happened.

Milan and Nico were cooking for the royal family in France. Their master was studying recently, and they two also had a long vacation. At this time, someone wanted to replace them, including their master.

Sylvia explained the cause of the matter to Henry, which was almost the same as his guess. This time, the Seventh Prince of the French royal family specially came to China to be the referee for this competition. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

A member of the royal family specially came to be the referee?

As for this, Henry did not doubt it at all. He had personally experienced how bored some members of the royal family could be. Not to mention that he came to be a referee, it was even possible for him to watch the whole round of ants moving their houses.

France was a country that attached great importance to food. It was no exaggeration to say that food accounted for one-third in the hearts of the French, and it was an indispensable part of their life.

Henry looked at Sylvia's excited face and was a little speechless. "President Lin, why do I think you are very excited that Milan got challenged?"

Hearing Henry's words, Sylvia also realized that. She blushed slightly and asked, "Really?"

"Yes," Henry nodded and said seriously. "Aren't you afraid that Milan will lose?"

"No way!" Sylvia's eyes widened. "Milan and Nico's teacher is the chef of the French royal family."

"I don't think so." Henry shook his head. "Since they can follow us from France to China, they must have made sufficient preparations, including fresh ingredients. You have to know that ingredients are very important for cooking.

Sylvia's excited look disappeared completely after his words. She didn't think about it just now.

The chefs and staff of the Di saint French restaurant were all standing by the side with excitement. When they learned that the visitor was a prince and a chef of the royal family, the excitement in their hearts was obvious.

Henry glanced around and finally focus on a handsome French man. The man was wearing an LV- shirt with yellow curly hair. His sky-blue eyes were like the ocean.

Henry had lived in the French royal family for a period, but he had never seen the Seventh Prince. Similarly, the Seventh Prince had never seen Henry. Otherwise, he would not have been able to sit still and would salute Henry as soon as possible.

"Henry, don't keep staring at him. Although Prince Charlie Bennett won't mind these things, it's still impolite." Seeing Henry looking at the Seventh Prince all the time, Sylvia couldn't help reminding him.

In the Restaurant, there was nothing special on the surface, but in fact, the surroundings had been well protected. Although the prince's trip here was absolutely secret, there were still a lot of security measures. If Sylvia didn't have a relationship with Milan, she wouldn't be able to stand here.

Prince Charlie also felt Henry's gaze and smiled at him.

Although Henry had never seen this Prince Charlie, he had heard a lot of stories about him. This 20-year-old young man was a carefree Casanova. He liked to travel around the world on weekdays and owed countless romantic debts.

Henry stood next to Sylvia. The smell of delicious food had constantly came out from the kitchen.

"Sylvia, come here!" Milan suddenly appeared in front of the kitchen and waved at her.

Sylvia was very surprised. She didn't understand why Milan called her at this time.

"Henry, are you also here? That's great. Come on."

They looked at each other and walked towards the kitchen.

A French bodyguard in a black suit stopped them and looked at the place where Prince Charlie was.

Prince Charlie waved his hand to the bodyguard.

The bodyguards didn't let him go in until he got the order from Prince Charlie.

Henry saw that the whole kitchen was divided into two sections, and they were blocked from the middle. The people who were cooking could not see what their opponents were doing.

Nico was carefully fiddling with a plate of pastries on the chopping board.

"Sylvia, you have to help me this time," Milan said in a low voice, holding Sylvia's arm. Her pretty face was full of anxiety.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Seeing her friend's reaction, she also felt worried.

"It's about ingredients," Henry said. He walked into the kitchen and glanced at the ingredients on the chopping board. "It's different from Chinese food. French food focuses more on the taste of the ingredients. The quality of the ingredients determines the taste. You don't have to think about it. The other party must have made sufficient preparations and sent the fresh ingredients by air. It's unfair to Milan."

"Yes," Milan took a look at Henry and nodded repeatedly. "Although the ingredients here are fresh, they are too different from the ones brought by them. This time he took the opportunity to fly to China to find us when the teacher was studying the new dishes. If we lose this time, no matter what the reason is, the teacher's position in the country will be threatened, Nico and I are likely to be demoted."

"That's too shameless!" Sylvia looked angry. "Milan, in fact, you can go talk to Prince Charlie. It's not fair at all."

"It's useless," Henry shook his head and explained to Sylvia. "The French treat delicious food just like this. Since the other side has come all the way here to challenge them, it means Milan's position is higher than theirs. This is enough for Milan to accept the challenge. It's like some kind of warrior's spirit. Even if she knows she can't win, she has to take out the knife."

"This ..." Sylvia opened her mouth. "Milan, what can I help you with?"

"Can you arrange for someone to go to the seafood market and buy me some fresh ingredients, as well as live local chickens? I need one." Milan quickly pondered over the ingredients she needed.