Nora Sullivan’s heart was filled with resentment.
Not only did she hate Sarah Sullivan to death, but she also came to hate Benjamin Rosedale.
However, Nora Sullivan was a seasoned actress.
Despite the turmoil of hatred inside her, she managed to keep a gentle and harmless smile on her face.
“Dean Rosedale, I think your idea is great.
Why can’t we use her photo for the advertisement?”
Benjamin Rosedale sighed and mentioned he saw Sarah Sullivan with a black card, worrying that the woman had a deep background that he couldn’t afford to offend.
Upon hearing this, Nora Sullivan covered her mouth and laughed lightly: “Hehehe, Dean Rosedale, how could you be fooled?
Do you really think just anyone can have a black card?
Does she deserve it!”
With that, Nora Sullivan took out her phone and opened a shopping website interface.
“Look, aren’t all these fake black cards?
Nine yuan and ninety cents each, with free shipping to your doorstep.”
It turned out that after returning home last time, Nora Sullivan did search online to see if there were any counterfeit black cards.
And she indeed found them, which made her very happy, further convinced that Sarah Sullivan was just putting on airs.
Unable to find a backer as powerful as the Varley Clan.
She could still be trampled underfoot and humiliated at will.
“Really?
So the black card is fake?”
Benjamin Rosedale’s eyes lit up.
Thinking back carefully, the girl’s attire did seem quite cheap.
“Yes, so you can advertise as you please without worrying about anyone troubling you.”
Nora Sullivan’s face was full of an innocent smile.
She was fed up with people being dazzled by Sarah Sullivan’s looks.
Of course, she knew Sarah Sullivan hadn’t had any plastic surgery.
But if she could smear Sarah Sullivan, Nora Sullivan would spare no effort.
…
Apart from the whale, Sarah Sullivan also saw dolphins, rainbow lorikeets, pelican fish, peacock garfish, archerfish, and various other fish she couldn’t name.
There were also various jellyfish.
Sarah Sullivan was mesmerized.
It wasn’t until the latter half of the night that she reluctantly turned off the sky screen and water screen.
She couldn’t watch anymore.
Because tomorrow there was an exam waiting for Sarah Sullivan.
Sarah Sullivan also needed to cook.
…
In the late night, around two or three o’clock, Sarah Sullivan was awakened by a rustling sound.
She opened her eyes.
The room was not lit, very dim.
But Sarah Sullivan had excellent vision and keenly noticed a silhouette crouching by the window!
Someone was spying!
The silhouette seemed to be a man!
An average woman encountering such a situation would have already panicked and screamed.
But Sarah Sullivan remained calm and composed.
She knew well that with the Varley Clan’s security, not even a petty thief, let alone a big-time crook, could get in.
There was an insider!
Such incidents were not surprising at all.
Anthony Varley was a vegetable, keeping a beautiful wife.
It’s rare not to have someone coveting her.
Sarah Sullivan got out of bed, wearing pajamas, and walked towards the bathroom.
The man spying outside the window saw Sarah Sullivan heading to the bathroom.
Her spacious pajamas couldn’t hide her shapely figure, making the man’s heart even more ardent.
The bathroom also had a window.
The man sneaked around to the bathroom window outside.
Tiptoeing, craning his neck to look inside.
To his disappointment, Sarah Sullivan, once in the bathroom, did not reveal anything.
She was just busy in front of the dressing mirror.
Up in the middle of the night to put on makeup?
This woman is truly incomprehensible.
The man was plotting in his mind.
Soon he saw Sarah Sullivan suddenly turn around!
Facing directly where he was peering from!
“Oh my!”
The peeping man let out a scream, “Thud,” as he fell to the ground.
What he saw was a terrifying face!
Red eyes, green eyebrows, a ghastly pale face, and a long tongue sticking out.
She looked exactly like a ghost from a horror movie.
Oliver Varley lay on the ground, panic-stricken, while in the distance, human voices and light approached.
It was the Varley Clan’s patrol team, drawn by the noise.
Oliver Varley wiped his sweat and dejectedly walked away.
Sarah Sullivan silently washed off the makeup on her face.
This time she just pretended to be a ghost to teach him a lesson.
If he dared to act vile again, Sarah Sullivan would show no mercy.
The only reason she didn’t make a fuss or call others to catch him was that she wanted to avoid trouble.
If things escalated, there’d be no sleep at all tonight.
But Sarah Sullivan needed to conserve energy for tomorrow’s cooking.
For her, cooking was more challenging than dealing with lechers.
…
The next day.
At lunchtime, Florence Varley came with the little dumpling, full of excitement.
To find eight plates already laid on the dining table.
Additionally, there were two large bowls.
Interestingly, all the plates and bowls were covered, concealing their contents.
The little dumpling blinked in curiosity.
Before lifting the lids, Sarah Sullivan earnestly asked, “Did you have breakfast?”
Brightan nodded obediently.
But the aunt said, “Knowing we’d be tasting Sally’s cooking at noon, I skipped breakfast to save my appetite.”
After Florence Varley finished speaking, she noticed the sympathetic way Sarah Sullivan was looking at her.
What did that mean?
But before she could think further, she hastily unveiled the first plate.
Exclaiming, “Wow.”
“Braised sea cucumber!
It looks so enticing!”
Indeed, the braised sea cucumber made by Sarah Sullivan was visually impeccable.
The colors were so vibrant, it made one’s mouth water.
Florence Varley continued to uncover the second lid—Mapo tofu.
The third—sweet and sour pork with pineapple.
Then came squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, West Lake vinegar fish, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, bamboo shoots, and steamed fish head with chopped chili.
Florence Varley exclaimed “Wow” with each dish she revealed.
Her husband was a world-renowned chef, so she had the eye for it.
Culinary art requires a balance of color, aroma, and taste.
Just from the appearance, the eight dishes prepared by Sarah Sullivan were all perfect.
“Is it true that if a person looks good, their dishes also look good?
Should I have my husband get cosmetic surgery?
Then he could become the world’s top chef.” the aunt couldn’t help but mutter softly.
Suddenly, she was stunned.
Then she examined each dish one more time.
And exclaimed at an even higher pitch, “No way?
Sally, are you that amazing?
You made a signature dish from each of the eight major cuisines!”
…
Summer cuisine has eight major styles.
Sichuan, Shandong, Cantonese, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian, Hunan, and Anhui.
Each cuisine has distinct characteristics.
For example, Shandong cuisine primarily focuses on salty and fresh flavors, emphasizing high-quality ingredients, expert soup making, and excellent seafood preparation.
Sichuan cuisine is mainly spicy, with diverse styles, emphasizing a delightful balance of fresh, savory, and rich flavors, known for its clever use of spicy seasonings.
Cantonese cuisine highlights fresh and fragrant flavors.
With meticulous ingredient selection, dishes are clear but not bland, fresh but not vulgar, tender but not raw, and oily but not greasy.
Masters of stir-frying, it requires precise control of heat and oil temperature.
A chef who masters one cuisine can secure a lifetime of prosperity.
Someone proficient in two cuisines doesn’t get chosen by restaurants; they choose the restaurants.
Someone proficient in three cuisines can freely choose where to go across Summer.
Those skilled in four cuisines are rare, and their skills are usually reserved for preparing state banquets.
People who master five cuisines are rare as phoenix feathers, like Florence Varley’s husband, Samuel Lee.
But Sarah Sullivan, surprisingly, made a signature dish from each of the eight major cuisines all at once?
Isn’t she a culinary god?
Florence Varley was already trembling with excitement.
She was already considering whether to have her husband become an apprentice!