It looked like she needed to find time to learn how to cook. She had to prepare a feast just like Amelia White did, so Liam Williams would praise her culinary skills.
Poor Emma Johnson had compromised so easily for money. That very night, she eagerly took on the job of washing the dishes. After finishing the dishes, she immediately started massaging Liam's back. Liam looked at the woman who had suddenly become gentle and submissive, regretting that he hadn't implemented this plan sooner.
When she brought him a cup of freshly brewed coffee, Liam stared at Emma with a meaningful, deep smile.
"Are you sure you want me to drink this?"
"Of course. You don't have to work in your study tonight. If you don't have coffee to refresh yourself, how can you stay focused?"
Emma nodded vigorously, thinking, Just drink it. Drink as much as you want tonight. That's thousands of dollars right there. She had no idea where she had found a small notebook, but at that moment, she had already written down the prices with a ballpoint pen.
Washing dishes once: one hundred dollars. Back massage: one thousand dollars. One cup of coffee: one hundred dollars.
Emma's mood improved significantly, and her expression became especially gentle. Looking at Liam, she seemed incredibly affectionate, her soft face particularly alluring against the light.
At that moment, Emma was simply captivating. The perfect blend of innocence and charm was the most irresistible thing for a man.
"Since you're insisting I drink it, I will. But if I become energetic tonight, don't blame me for disturbing your sleep."
"No, no. How could I ever think you'd disturb my sleep?"
Emma smiled, thinking that he would be spending half the night in his study anyway. How could that possibly disturb her?
"Good."
A mysterious smile flickered in Liam's eyes as he looked at Emma through the misty air. It wasn't until the middle of the night that she was left sore all over by the man, without a shred of strength left. She truly regretted her decision with all her heart.
So that's what he meant. If she had known, she would never have agreed so readily. It seemed she couldn't earn coffee money at night anymore. She absolutely couldn't let Liam drink coffee at night.
Emma lay on the bed, thinking miserably.
The next day at noon, Emma went to Amelia White's coffee shop for a while and was about to leave.
"Sister-in-law, it's still early. You still have fifty minutes before you have to go to work this afternoon. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Amelia looked at Emma with a puzzled expression and asked.
How could Emma tell Amelia that fifty minutes was extremely stressful for her? After all, time was money. From today onward, she had decided to go to the company cafeteria to learn from the chef. She wanted to learn how to make a bowl of authentic wonton noodles in the shortest possible time. After all, that was what Liam loved to eat. Compared to other complicated dishes that were hard to master, it was faster to start with a simple taste that could easily please Liam.
"I have something to do. Xiaoyue, I might not be able to come and keep you company these days. I'm so sorry."
Emma looked at Amelia apologetically.
"Well, it's okay, sister-in-law. You should hurry."
Amelia was very understanding, and Emma left the coffee shop, which was still under renovation.
The chefs in the Pinnacle Corporation cafeteria probably never dreamed that one day the president's wife would appear in the kitchen. This really turned their world upside down, and for a moment, they didn't know how to react to Emma.
"Just keep busy with your own work. I just want to ask, who is the pastry chef here?"
Emma remembered that when she had promised Liam she would learn to make wonton noodles for Emilia Clark's sake, Liam had told her that a noodle chef in the cafeteria made delicious noodles. When she and Emilia had gone to the cafeteria for dinner, they had also had a bowl of Dan Dan noodles, and she thought they tasted great.
If the Dan Dan noodles were already that delicious, the wonton noodles must be very authentic too. Soon, a plump, fair-skinned chef with smiling eyes came out.
"Madam, what can I do for you?"
"May I have your name, please?"
Emma looked at the plump, fair-skinned chef in front of her. He always reminded her of a crosstalk actor who was now popular on variety shows. But obviously, the chef in front of her was even whiter.
"My surname is Miles. Just call me Chef Miles."
Chef Miles was simple and honest, his eyes almost squinting shut. Emma told Chef Miles about her purpose.
"You want to learn how to make wonton noodles from me?"
Chef Miles was a little surprised by Emma's request.
"Yes. Every day, as long as you set aside some time to teach me. Well, I'm not very good at cooking. I might have a lot to learn."
Emma said a little sheepishly, but her attitude towards learning was still very firm.
Chef Miles thought that the president's wife probably wanted to make it for the president after she learned it well. After all, he worked at Pinnacle Corporation. What's more, if he gained the favor of the president's wife, maybe the president would pay more attention to him, and it wouldn't be impossible to get a raise.
Chef Miles had a simple face, but his mind was not so simple. He was a clever man and happily agreed to Emma's request. After all, Emma was the president's wife, so the people in the kitchen automatically made room for her. Chef Miles asked Emma to start with making the noodles.
Although Emma's learning process was very troublesome, it was easy to stimulate her motivation when she thought that one meal could offset a debt of two thousand dollars.
"You're saying she's learning to make noodles in the back kitchen of the cafeteria right now?"
When Liam heard Christopher Martin's report, he couldn't help but look at the document with a gentle smile on his face.
"I see. You go and raise the salary of the chef who is teaching her by five times this month. If she learns other dishes from other cafeteria chefs in the future, follow the same rule."
Christopher was surprised in his heart. He thought that the chefs were really lucky. Although the salary increase was only for a month or two, it was almost equal to the salary of chefs in star hotels. Moreover, Pinnacle Corporation's salary was already higher than other companies. Those chefs were going to be very happy.
Liam was in a good mood and waited patiently for a few days. On the fourth day, Emma was very frustrated in the back kitchen. Finally, she was able to produce a decent bowl of wonton noodles. She felt that the chefs in the back kitchen were really good people. They were all warm-hearted. Obviously, she hadn't given them any money. Even if she was the president's wife, spending such a long time studying in the back kitchen had also delayed their work.