His Beloved Mate

Cassie had only heard of the audition before, but she didn't go to the scene. She became interested and said with a smile, "Okay, I will go there tomorrow."

Dylan walked into the room with a plate of egg tarts in his hand. He put it casually on the desk and said, "It's roasted. Do you like it?"

Smelling the familiar and attractive smell, Cassie smiled and said, "Wow, capitalist, since when have you become so free to cook?" She picked up an egg tart and took a bite. "Well, it's so delicious!"

Looking at the book in his hand, Dylan chuckled and said, "As I said, it was roasted casually. Do you think I'm as idle as you?"

Cassie made a face at him. "A little. By the way, I'm going to watch the audition of Rafael tomorrow, the heroine of 100 Days of Sweet Love. Would you like to go with me?"

All of a sudden, the motion of turning the pages of the book stopped. Dylan looked up at Cassie and said with a smile, "The audition of honey is in the Swan Holiday Inn under the Lu family. I happen to be going to check the financial statements of this month. I can take you along."

With a smile, Cassie said, "Thank you."

Outside the door, Belle knocked on the door, "Sir, Cassie, what would you like to eat for dinner? I'll cook it."

Cassie put away the snacks and said with a smile, "Belle, don't cook today. Let me do it."

"You do it?" Dylan asked suspiciously.

"Yes, can't I? Last time, I promised you that I would cook for you, but you took it. And you said that I still have a lot of chances to cook for you. Please congratulate me in advance on the success of turning on 100 Days of Sweet Love?"

After staring at her for a while, Dylan suddenly smiled and said, "Don't blow up the kitchen."

Cassie rolled her eyes and said, "You don't trust me so much."

In the kitchen

Cassie was watching the online course of making western food and Belle was helping her. While Cassie was dealing with the steak in her hand, she asked, "Belle, what do the capitalist like to eat?" Belle was stunned. "What? Why do you ask Mr. Dylan's preferences?"

Cassie covered her mouth subconsciously. Oh, no, would the secret be exposed?!

She quickly smiled and said, "Well, I'm afraid that if I cook something he doesn't like, he will blame me for wasting food."

Belle smiled and said, "Mr. Dylan likes stewed beef with red wine and fried goose liver in French style. But I'm not in charge of this. There's a chef at home who is responsible for western food. Oh, by the way, Mr. Dylan seems to hire a pastry master at the external recruitment these two days."

Cassie asked curiously, "What? What pastry master?"

Belle smiled and said, "Don't you like desserts? Mr. Dylan is not good at this, so he deliberately found a teacher to teach him. The egg tarts you just ate were roasted by him."

Hearing this, the corners of Cassie's mouth slowly curled up. Well, he was specially roasted for her, and he insisted that it was a casual one.

She suddenly asked, "Belle, have you been working for the capitalist for many years?"

Belle smiled and said, "Sure, I have watched Mr. Dylan grow up. Pearl didn't plan to send me here to take care of you and sir. But Mr. Dylan said that you like more Chinese food, so he asked me to come here."

Hearing that, Cassie suddenly turned a little red, and even her heart became soft, like a feather, gently scratching the tip of her heart. "Ah... Is that so?"

People who didn't take things seriously would suffer losses. Cassie told us the truth.

"Ah-"

Cassie felt a pain in her hand and threw the knife in her hand. Then she found that her finger was scratched by the knife. Blood gushed out from the wound. Belle was startled and quickly said, "Ouch!"

Cassie was intrigued, and it reminded her of the reaction of Dylan when the electricity was cut off suddenly in the West Mountain Linyu. She asked, "Belle, do you know why the capitalist is so afraid of darkness?"

Belle suddenly stopped washing vegetables. She was stunned and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Cassie curled her lips. "I'm just curious. Last time, he fired all the people on duty that day because of the short power cut of the West Mountain Linyu. Don't you think it's too inhuman?"

Belle lowered her head and continued to wash vegetables. She smiled and said, "Mr. Dylan has his own way of doing things. As servants, we shouldn't interfere too much. But if you think Mr. Dylan's behavior makes you unhappy, you'd better tell him directly that he is not a rude person."

Cassie's face darkened, "... Not rude? That's called domineering and indifferent?"

Did Belle have another definition of "rude"?

She had been scolded badly just because she accidentally broke into his study. He even scolded her and asked her to get out. It was hard to tell whether it was a good news or not?

Suddenly, Cassie smelled something wrong. She turned around and found that the steak she had fried in the pan had been overcooked!

She took out the steak in a hurry and said, "Oh, no! Burnt!"

Belle smiled and said, "Don't do two things at the same time when you cook."

With a bitter face, Cassie said, "I won't do that again."

Cassie seldom cooked western food. Listening to Belle's words, it was really complicated to cook the food that Dylan likes. At last, she only chose a stewed beef with red wine that she could barely cook. Looking at the stewed beef with red wine, she smiled with satisfaction and asked Belle, "Belle, is there any candle at home?"

Belle chuckled, "Yes. What kind of candle is it?"

Well, do you still have different types of candles?

"Just some ordinary ornaments."

Belle understood what she meant. She turned around and said, "Well, I'll ask someone to fetch it now."

Cassie thought for a while and said with a smile, "There are candles and almost flowers. The white roses in the garden seem to be blooming."

Cassie turned around and went to the garden. She cut a few white roses and put them in the glass vase.

Belle came out with a candle rack and candles. She smiled and asked, "Do you need to change a new table?"

Cassie looked down at the table, "Well, is that okay?"

Belle smiled and said, "Of course you can."

After a while, Carter asked someone to bring another table for them.

Cassie put the food on the table and asked Carter in a low voice, "Carter, can you adjust the light at home a little dark? By the way, can you help me call the capitalist?" Carter smiled and said, "Okay."

In the bedroom, Cheryl knocked on the door.

"Come in."

She walked in and said with a smile, "Mr. Dylan, the dinner is ready and waiting for you."

Raising his head, Dylan saw Cheryl's mischievous smile. He looked forward to the dinner cooked by Cassie.