Chapter 15 Collective Targeting
Myron Curtis fell silent for a moment.
"Who could she run away with?"
The old lady rolled her eyes and pointed at him, frustrated.
"Anyone would be better than you!"
"Look at Luann, she's beautiful and young, with a sweet mouth. Girls like her are in demand everywhere!"
"Unlike you, who can't even say a word or have a smile on your face."
John smiled and tried to support, "Madam, the Young Master is still trying..."
"What is he trying to do?"
"Old John, don't speak for him! I know best what kind of person my own grandson is!"
"Starting tomorrow, Myron Curtis, you must at least make three dishes and a soup."
"To capture a woman's heart, you must capture her stomach!"
Myron Curtis' face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Outside the kitchen, the voice of the maidservant could be heard.
"Madam, you're back. The meal will be ready soon. Please go and watch some TV in the meantime."
Upon hearing this, the old lady hurriedly ran out, her wrinkled face adorned with a loving smile.
"Luann, you've worked hard all day. Grandma has stewed chicken soup for you, make sure to have some later."
Luann Weaver nodded obediently and said, "Okay."
After waiting for a while, Luann Weaver didn't see Myron Curtis.
Taking advantage of the old lady going upstairs, she quietly walked to the side of the kitchen and happened to see Myron Curtis cutting vegetables expressionlessly.
He held the knife tightly, cutting awkwardly, turning the shredded potatoes into potato sticks.
Luann Weaver couldn't help but laugh.
Myron Curtis, focused on his task of cutting vegetables, had a faint smile that was hard to notice, and his attention momentarily wandered.
"Oh..."
Luann Weaver approached.
"Are you okay?"
Myron Curtis casually rinsed his bleeding hand under the faucet, "I'm fine."
"Let me help you." Luann Weaver said, picking up the knife from the cutting board.
Myron Curtis curiously looked at her, "Can you cook?"
"A little bit."
It turned out that Luann Weaver's claim of knowing a little bit was completely modest.
When he saw her skilled knife work and cooking techniques, as well as the dishes that were on par with Michelin-star chefs once they were served, the old lady's worried frown lasted for a long time.
Luann Weaver thought her cooking might not suit the old lady's taste, so she asked, "Grandma, is the food not to your liking?"
"If you don't like any of the dishes, you can tell me, and I will try to avoid them next time," Luann Weaver said.
The old lady shook her head, "No, no, they were all delicious!"
Luann Weaver nodded and didn't ask any further questions. After finishing the meal, he went upstairs.
John smiled and said, "Madam, it seems like you weren't very happy with the meal."
He rarely saw the old lady in this state.
The old lady let out a deep sigh, and her face was filled with unmistakable worry.
"How can I be happy? She is surprisingly good at cooking!"
John was confused, "But that's a good thing, Madam. It's a blessing for the Curtis family to have a wife who can shine in both the parlor and the kitchen."
"What a blessing! I regret it now!" the old lady exclaimed, banging her leg.
John was completely puzzled, "What do you regret?"
"If I had known that this girl would be so excellent, why did I let her marry my grandson? My grandson doesn't deserve her at all!"
John remained speechless.
The next morning, before dawn, Myron Curtis got up and went straight to the kitchen to prepare something decent.
When Luann Weaver woke up, he immediately called her to come and taste it.
After taking a sip of the seemingly plain porridge, Luann Weaver's expression stiffened.
"Is it good?" Myron Curtis asked, his expression calm, but his hand beneath the table tightly clenched.
With the sweet porridge still lingering in her mouth, Luann Weaver's heart was filled with mixed feelings.
"It's good," she replied.
Myron Curtis finally relaxed his tense shoulders and let out a sigh of relief.
"Then have some more. By the way, I prepared a packed lunch for you."
Luann Weaver covered her lips and coughed lightly, "You don't have to do this, I know it's Grandma's intention..."
In this flash marriage where they had never met before, there was a touch of affection.
Myron Curtis, a young master, was willing to let go of his identity and do all these things simply to cater to the old lady's emotions.
Luann Weaver wasn't so presumptuous.
"I really like it," Myron Curtis interrupted her, "Besides, I have nothing to do at home alone."
"Alright then..."
As soon as she entered the company carrying her packed lunch, she saw a group of people gathered around, occasionally exclaiming in awe.
"Oh my god... This diamond is so big, how much is it worth?"
"Yeah, yeah, Alisha, your husband is too good to you! I'm so jealous!"
"I saw this exact one on the internet last time, and it seemed to cost around one hundred thousand!"
The person referred to as Alisha stood among the crowd, smiling and enjoying their admiring gaze.
She had recently been promoted to sales department manager in the past two years and liked to show off her luxury items.
"This was specially brought back from the United States by my husband during his business trip. It's our one-year anniversary gift!"
Luann Weaver casually glanced and felt a sense of familiarity.
People saw her and immediately made fun of her.
"What are you looking at, country bumpkin? Have you ever seen something so precious before?"
"Oh my, she is the young miss of the Weaver Family. She has seen all kinds of good things. I'm afraid she doesn't even care about this. Hehe!"
People around Luann Weaver started mocking her, examining her clothes up and down.
Luann Weaver usually dressed casually and her clothing style was relatively low-key.
Those who didn't know the value of the items might have thought they were worth only a few dozen yuan.
Alisha Mullen waved her hand gently.
"Enough, everyone, stop arguing. It's also time to start work, so let's all get back to our posts."
Luann Weaver glanced lightly at Alisha Mullen and said only four words.
"Keep your wealth concealed."
Beware of it being stolen.
But Alisha Mullen didn't take her words seriously.
Not long after sitting down, the people around Luann Weaver began sniffing.
"What's that smell?"
"It smells like food..."
Everyone sniffed and eventually focused their attention on Luann Weaver.
"Luann Weaver, did you bring a home packed lunch?"
Luann Weaver responded while playing on her computer, "Yes."
The woman next to her showed disgust on her face.
"Seriously?! Are you so poor? It's less than ten yuan to eat at the company cafeteria. Do you really have to bring your own lunch?"
Luann Weaver looked at her calmly, "It's not for you to eat."
The woman angrily said, "But the smell of the food affects my working mood!"
"Do you not think that your yelling is affecting the mood of the entire office?"
"Just a lowly errand girl, and yet still so audacious?!" the woman was angry.
Luann Weaver opened a drawer and picked up a document, slapping it on the woman's face.
"According to Article 57 of the company regulations, employees are allowed to bring meals to work."
"Just a little employee running errands for the company, do you have the right to arbitrarily change the entry rules set by the boss?"
