From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea )
Chapter 440

"Is that all? Piece of cake," Anthea said, her voice tinged with nonchalance as she swiftly drew a knife across the lamb's belly, slicing open a crimson line before deftly peeling off its skin. Despite the gruesomeness of the task at hand, Sherman found a certain peaceful harmony in the act, as if it underscored the tranquility of simpler times.

Catching his gaze, Anthea looked up slightly. "You're not going to look away?"

"Why should I? If a girl like you isn't bothered, why would I be?" Sherman replied, twirling a lighter in his fingers.

"But aren't you a vegetarian?" she probed.

Sherman's tone was light. "Just looking won't hurt."

"Then, could you fetch a large platter from the kitchen? I want to carve out the best part of the loin."

"Sure thing."

With that, Sherman headed to the kitchen.

It seemed Anthea was probably the first person to ever boss Sherman around like this.

And yet, Sherman didn't seem to mind at all.

After grabbing the platter, Sherman asked, "Anything else you need?"

"Grab me a pair of scissors, will you?"

"Alright."

And just like that, Anthea had Sherman running errands all morning.

By half-past ten, Anthea had dissected the entire lamb.

The innards were discarded, along with the head, leaving them with about eighty pounds of meat.

For lunch, Anthea planned to whip up a lamb stew and then grill some lamb chops!

Considering Sherman's vegetarian diet, she decided to prepare a spicy mushroom noodles for him, paired with a side of cucumber salad.

With that plan in mind, Anthea set to work.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of grilled lamb.

Tasting a piece of the grilled lamb chop, Anthea was satisfied with the perfect balance of crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The juices burst in her mouth, almost making her wish she could swallow her own tongue along with it. Wild mountain lamb indeed!

The flavor was spectacular!

Anthea squinted her eyes in pleasure.

Sherman, standing outside the glass door, raised an eyebrow.

Were the lamb chops really that good?

Once the lamb chops were ready, Anthea started on Sherman's spicy mushroom noodles and her own lamb stew.

Both the mushroom and lamb broths had been prepared in advance.

Now, all she needed to do was to cook some noodles in them.

Monks don't eat onions, garlic, or leeks.

So, Anthea added some parsley instead.

"Sherman, it's time to eat. Come and help yourself."

"I'm on my way." Sherman hurried over.

Anthea handed him his bowl of spicy mushroom noodles. "Here's yours, and this cucumber salad is for you too." Sherman took them from her.

They moved to the dining area to eat.

Sherman hadn't expected the seemingly simple noodle soup to taste so good.

In no time, he finished the entire bowl.

After the meal, Sherman took the initiative to do the dishes.

The kitchen lacked a dishwasher, so it had to be done manually.

For the distinguished Mr. Christensen, it was his first time standing in front of a sink.

The titan of industry, who was unaccustomed to being challenged, found himself at a loss before a pile of dishes.

What should be done before starting the dishes?

Sherman frowned slightly.

Leaning against the doorway, Anthea watched him, an apple in her hand. "I think you should start by using some dish soap." The dish soap was right there, so Sherman squeezed some out.

A glint of mischief flickered in Anthea's eyes. "Then, you need to put on an apron."

Sherman looked at the Hello Kitty apron hanging nearby, his lips twitching. "Do I really have to wear it?"

With a serious look on her face but laughter hidden in her eyes, Anthea insisted, "Of course! What if you get oil on your clothes?"

The juxtaposition of the pastel Hello Kitty apron on the austere and reserved CEO was an image too amusing to ignore.

Seeing Anthea's seriousness,

despite his inner resistance,

Sherman reluctantly picked up the

apron and awkwardly tied it around himself.

Fearing he might change his mind, Anthea quickly stepped forward to help. "Let me do that for you."

In less than three seconds, she had the apron on Sherman.

The broad-shouldered, tall figure of

Sherman, now adorned with the adorable apron, completely altered the atmosphere, adding a touch of hilarity.

Trying to suppress her laughter, Anthea said with a straight face,

"You wearing this apron is just net

perfect. Don't move, let me take a picture."

Sherman: "..." He could sense Anthea struggling to keep her laughter in.

Anthea snapped several photos.

Sherman looked up at her. "Can I start washing the dishes now?"