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The next morning, at the breakfast table, a unique bowl of soup was placed in front of Richelle Dunn.
As soon as Richelle sat down, she pointed at the soup in the bowl.
“Stewed Chicken Soup?”
Roy Lewis nodded, picked up the Tiffany who had her arms outstretched and was cooing “Daddy, hold ”, and placed her on the chair, then sequentially lifted Timothy and Timmy onto their respective chairs as well.
Richelle watched with interest as the three little ones in the family seed to have developed the habit of sitting in a line, waiting for their father to hold them one by one and place them on their chairs during als.
It was true what they said – those who were favored felt secure!
Richelle scooped up a spoonful of soup and tasted it, “Well done, Master Lewis!
Who did you learn this from? The taste is not bad, and the proportions of the
Angelica sinensis and red dates are just right!”
A hint of amusent flashed in Roy’s eyes, “Hmm, make sure to finish it, it’s good for your health.”
Although he didn’t cook the soup himself, he had chosen the angelica and removed the pits from the red dates, so he felt sowhat deserving of so credit!
Seeing their parents being affectionate, the three little ones began to act mischievously.
They each picked up their chopsticks or spoons and tapped on the sides of their bowls, creating a harmonious and cheerful rhythm.
Amid the pleasant music, they clamored, “Mommy, Daddy, what kind of soup is this? We want so too!”
Richelle, the mother, incited more mischief, holding up her bowl.
“This is daddy’s masterpiece, ask your daddy!”
Roy clicked his tongue and helplessly pointed at Richelle and said,
“You big troublemaker!” and then pointed at the three little ones, “One big troublemaker bore three little troublemakers.”
The three little troublemakers giggled and continued to tap their bowls while chanting in unison.
“We want soup, we want soup!”
Roy stood up straight, not angry, but just said,
“You just wait!”
Richelle, the mother, winked at her three precious children, waiting for the fun to unfold.
As it turned out, Master Lewis had been prepared all along.
Soon, he brought out three bowls of steaming hot Egg Custard on a tray.
On top of each egg custard, there were small animals carved out of strawberries and cantaloupes.
As soon as the three children saw the egg custards, they exclaid in delight. “Daddy, the little bunny is mine!”, Tiffany shook her chubby little hand. Timothy grinned and pointed at the one in the middle, “I want the little tiger!” Timmy, as always, loved lions, “The lion is mine!”
Roy had already instructed the chef to prepare the egg custards according to the children’s preferences, and now he distributed the egg custards accordingly.
Imdiately, the three naughty kids scooped a spoonful, blew on it a few tis, and then put it in their mouths.
Quietness returned to the dining room.
Richelle gave Roy a thumbs-up, “Well done, Master Lewis! You’re very resourceful!”
Although he received praise, Roy didn’t have any proud or self-satisfied thoughts.
In fact, he felt that in the face of one big and three small, he might suffer from premature baldness.
That’s because none of them, big or small, were easy to deal with or carefree.
At noon, Roy returned to the Lewis Group.
First, it had been several days since he had last been there, and a pile of paperwork awaited his signature.
Second, there was a shareholders’ eting today, which required his presence as the host.
Originally, as the guardian of the three children, Richelle, who held 6% of the shares, should have attended the shareholders’ eting.
But Richelle had no ambitions for the Lewis Group, and as long as Roy was there to back her up, she didn’t want to worry about it.
Despite Roy’s insistence, he couldn’t persuade her to return to the company with him, so he reluctantly returned to the Lewis Group alone.
“Knock! Knock!”
Soone knocked on the door, and Roy said, “Co in!”
The person who entered was a tall, beautiful woman in a professional suit.
“Roy, I’ve co to report for duty.”
The beauty was none other than Old Brown’s sister Sherrina Kingston, who had just returned to the country not long ago.
Roy looked up and saw that it was her, so he stood up to greet her.
“Sherrina, sit down!”
He took a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to her, then sat down on the couch across from her.
“Later, I’ll have Nathan take you to the marketing departnt to report for duty. If you have any questions or don’t understand sothing, just ask Nathan directly.”
Sherrina struggled to twist open the bottle cap, but after a few attempts, it didn’t budge. She had no choice but to hand the water to Roy.
“Roy, please help open it.”
Roy naturally took the water, twisted it open, and then passed it back to her.
Sherrina took a few sips of water, then licked her lips and asked,
“Roy, can I work at the CEO’s secretary’s office instead?”
Roy looked unfazed, “Old Brown probably told you as well that the arrangent of staff in each departnt of the Lewis Group is managed by Human Resources, and they allocate positions based on employees’ abilities.” In other words, he was powerless to change her position.
However, Sherrina persisted, “My brother did tell that, but I think I’m more suitable for the CEO’s secretary’s office. We could even have an internal competition to assess capabilities, and if I’m not up to par, I’ll go to the marketing departnt.. Is that okay?”
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