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Chapter 484 Rong Chen's Cat Pudding

This year's winter seems to be extraordinarily long, and the northern region of the United States has experienced an unprecedented cold winter.

In a private estate on the outskirts of Washington.

The last ray of sunlight in the setting sun disappeared on the horizon. The old butler Feller walked to the door of the study and knocked on the door.

"Master, dinner is ready."

When Rong Chen heard the sound, he raised his head, and saw that outside the huge French window beside him, several lamps had already been lit.

He responded, closed the notebook, operated the wheelchair under him, and walked out the door.

A traditional European-style manor with calm and solemn tones, and a long corridor with almost no end in sight.

Fei Le pushed Rong Chen towards the restaurant and said, "Miss called an hour ago and said she was going to come to the manor, and she could arrive tonight."

Suddenly, a black figure sprang out from behind the cabinet beside the corridor, its body danced lightly on the intricately patterned carpet, and jumped onto Rong Chen's legs.

Feller frowned, and was about to say something when Rong Chen said, "It's okay, let someone deliver the pudding's dinner directly to the restaurant."

Ferrer nodded and said no more.

For some reason, Ferrer always felt that since the young master went to country Z at the end of last year, he became closer to Pudding.

Although Pudding was originally the cat raised by the young master, the young master is usually indifferent and never interacts with Pudding too intimately. Even if Pudding comes to rub his leather shoes under his feet occasionally, the young master just touches its head. When the gaze meets Pudding's slightly, Pudding will leave obediently.

But in the past two months, the young master, who has always loved cleanliness, let pudding climb up his legs.

Ferrer pushed Rong Chen to the dining room, parked the wheelchair at the head of a long table more than ten meters long, and immediately began serving dishes for Rong Chen.

The restaurant of more than [-] square meters is magnificent, and the dishes on the table occupy a full third of the table, with a wide variety of meat and vegetables.

In such a large room, the only two people in the room seemed to be alone.

Following Rong Chen's gaze, Fei Le hurriedly picked out dishes for Rong Chen with plates and cutlery.

This is the simplest dish on this table - pickled radish.

After returning from Country Z, on an unknown day, Rong Chen suddenly proposed to eat pickled radish while eating.

The chefs in the kitchen were stunned at first, and then immediately added this dish to the table the next day.

These days, Rong Chen would eat that pickled radish for every dinner, but every time, he only tasted one bite.

I personally proposed to add dishes, but I didn't eat more.

——That is, the young master thinks it is not tasty.

These days, all the chefs in the kitchen are busy with the same thing - making pickled radish that satisfies the young master.The manor bought a lot of radishes every day, and the cooks squeezed the radishes together when they had nothing to do, racking their brains and trying to make them.

Fei Le carefully observed Rong Chen's reaction, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Master, does the pickled radish tonight still suit your taste?"

This is the head chef, who is about to go crazy, begging Ferrer to ask.

Rong Chen swallowed the pickled radish in his mouth, and said casually: "The chefs in the manor are all first-class. If they are not good at cooking, then there will be no good chefs in the whole of America."

They only say that the chef is good, but they don't say whether the pickled radish is suitable for the taste.

In other words, the young master is still not satisfied with tonight's pickled radish.

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(End of this chapter)