When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 109: Praise Me Just Like This, and You’ll Get to Eat Again

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Praise Me Just Like This, and You’ll Get to Eat Again

「Pinehurst Estate.」

Festive red lanterns hung from the eaves, and the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala was reflected on the glass windows.

Julian Fairchild was in the living room watching television. There was a picture on the screen, but not a single sound.

He had deliberately turned the volume all the way down so he could hear the goings-on in the kitchen.

He was curious. What kind of delicious food could two kitchen novices possibly whip up?

In the kitchen, Luna Axton stood just a step away from Blaze Fairchild.

The strawberries available around the Spring Festival were large, red, and crisp, with a sweet and tangy flavor—perfect for all kinds of strawberry-flavored cakes.

She had fallen in love with strawberry cake after trying the one Blaze Fairchild had made.

So when Blaze Fairchild suggested making strawberry pancakes, she was more than willing to help. She couldn’t just sit back and reap the benefits all the time.

Blaze Fairchild took strawberries, eggs, and milk from the refrigerator, then expertly retrieved a small bag of flour and various utensils from the cabinet.

Luna Axton watched in silence. ’This is the kitchen at Pinehurst Estate,’ she thought. ’How does Blaze know it so well?’

Blaze Fairchild rolled up his sleeves, revealing his long, strong forearms.

He washed all the utensils first, then began to wash the strawberries.

"I can beat the eggs." She had no real kitchen experience, but she could handle simple tasks like beating eggs or stirring.

"Okay, go ahead." Blaze was worried she’d get bored, so he agreed.

His hands were still busy rinsing strawberries under the running water, so he just turned his head to tell Luna which container to crack the eggs into.

Luna Axton got the eggs and, following Blaze Fairchild’s instructions, cracked two of them into the bowl. Then she picked up a whisk and started to stir.

Blaze Fairchild finished washing the strawberries and laid the bright red berries out neatly on a paper towel to dry before he cut them.

Luna’s eggs were just about beaten, so he cut open the milk carton, ready to pour it in.

"When was this milk bought? Could it be expired?"

The kitchen at Pinehurst Estate was rarely used for cooking; it was mostly just for washing fruit or glasses. She had no idea how long the milk had been in the fridge.

"It was delivered this morning. It’s fine." To prove his point, he found the expiration date on the milk carton and held it out for Luna. "See?"

Luna Axton glanced at it. It had indeed been produced yesterday and had a seven-day shelf life, so it was far from expiring.

"Okay, pour it in then."

And so, Luna Axton witnessed firsthand the meticulousness of a business tycoon.

As if conducting a chemistry experiment, Blaze Fairchild used a measuring cup to pour a precise amount of milk into the egg mixture.

While she stirred, Blaze Fairchild began to sift the flour.

With a hundred or so servants at home, Luna Axton was a little surprised that Blaze Fairchild was so adept in the kitchen.

"I never would have thought you knew how to do all this."

But Blaze Fairchild’s response surprised Luna Axton even more.

"What’s so hard about it? There are tutorial videos online. I just have to watch them once to get it."

"That’s amazing!" The words of admiration tumbled from Luna Axton’s lips.

Seeing her dark eyes filled with shock and adoration, Blaze Fairchild decided not to mention the time he’d fumbled with the gas stove countless times, or how he’d had to make an emergency call to Mrs. Creed because he didn’t know how to use the oven.

"Was that strawberry cake last time your first time making one?"

Blaze Fairchild lifted his chin, bursting with pride. "Mhm."

The admiration in Luna Axton’s eyes deepened. "To make such a delicious cake on your first try... you’re truly incredible."

"That’s right, keep praising me like that." Blaze Fairchild raised an eyebrow. "It’s the only way you’ll get to eat it again."

"You’re not going to make cakes all the time, are you?"

"Is there any reason I can’t?" Blaze Fairchild retorted. "Doing this kind of thing is a pretty good way to relax."

’What an unconventional way to relax!’ Luna Axton thought.

Blaze Fairchild saw that she was almost done mixing, so he poured in the sifted flour.

"If you like it, I can make it for you anytime."

A cake made by Blaze Fairchild himself would have clean ingredients, so she could eat it without any worries.

’I can have delicious cake whenever I want!’

Without him having to say another word, Luna Axton stirred with even more vigor.

Luna Axton envied Blaze Fairchild’s ability.

She had tried her hand at cooking before, but for her, being in the kitchen was like going into battle.

Not only was there a lot of CLANGING AND BANGING, but the countertop was never big enough for all her things. When she reached for something, she wouldn’t even know what she was grabbing for.

Blaze Fairchild, on the other hand, worked methodically and even had time to chat with her. Luna Axton felt he was genuinely amazing.

"Let me see." Blaze Fairchild took the whisk from her and checked the consistency of the batter. "That’s about right. You can go rest on the side."

Blaze was worried her back would hurt if she stood for too long. Not wanting to be in the kitchen alone, he pulled out a chair for her so she could sit at the island and keep him company.

"I saw you grab a lemon. Should I make some lemonade for Grandpa?"

With both of them in here, Grandpa Fairchild was all alone in the living room. The old man seemed a bit lonely.

"You wash it, and I’ll cut it." The stove was already on, and Blaze Fairchild had just squeezed the pancake batter onto the pan in decorative shapes.

After scrubbing the lemon with salt, Luna Axton placed it on the cutting board. She lifted the kitchen knife and made a couple of tentative motions, unsure how to begin.

Seeing this, a doting smile appeared on Blaze Fairchild’s lips.

’So even the top scorer of the college entrance exam, as brilliant as she is, has things she can’t do.’

"Here, let me cut it."

While Blaze Fairchild went to cut the lemon, she helped by keeping an eye on the pan.

She was afraid the bubbling pancakes in the pan would burn, which would ruin their color.

Luna Axton was calculating the perfect angle to slide the spatula under the pancake to flip it successfully.

Suddenly, Blaze Fairchild leaned in close from behind. His familiar scent enveloped her, and for no reason at all, Luna Axton grew nervous, tightening her grip on the spatula.

"Don’t be scared. I’ll do it with you." His voice was incredibly gentle, and his warm breath fanned across her face as he spoke, making her skin burn where it touched.

Luna Axton’s gaze swept over Blaze Fairchild’s hand. Her own was so small it was completely enveloped in his palm.

She bit her lip, forcing down her nervousness, and focused all her attention on the small spatula.

Together, they slowly slid the spatula under the pancake. With a flick of the wrist, the pancake landed back in the pan, perfectly flipped.

Luna Axton stared at the pancake in the pan, a small smile playing on her lips. ’That was pretty simple, actually.’

"You try flipping one yourself," Blaze Fairchild encouraged, stepping back.

His searing gaze landed on Luna Axton’s earlobe, which was redder than a strawberry, before drifting down to the snowy-white nape of her neck.

A knot of heat tightened in Blaze Fairchild’s lower abdomen.

"Okay, I’ll try." Luna Axton didn’t notice Blaze Fairchild’s reaction at all; her entire focus was on flipping the pancake.

’Like this... like this... and... like this.’

She replayed the moment when Blaze and she had done it together in her mind.

Then, mimicking Blaze’s earlier movements, she carefully and slowly slid the spatula underneath.

The result: she managed to lift the pancake off the pan, but a small piece broke off and stuck to the bottom.

"Whoops~"

A disappointed sound escaped Luna Axton’s lips, and she froze on the spot.

Her brain: ’I’ve got this.’

Her hand: ’What was that?!’

"It’s fine. We just need to scrape it off. We can put this pancake on the bottom of the stack later." As Blaze Fairchild spoke, he was already using another silicone spatula to remove the stuck piece.

A smile spread across Luna Axton’s lips as she flipped the pancake back into the pan.

"Now that part you did well," Blaze Fairchild praised.

Getting praised for even that made Luna Axton’s heart flutter.

Blaze Fairchild quickly flipped the other two pancakes.

Luna Axton watched, dumbfounded. She had to admit, she really wasn’t cut out for kitchen work.

Sensing her envious gaze, Blaze Fairchild said gently, "These hands of yours aren’t meant for this kind of work. Just focus on your studies."

’Fine.’ She resigned herself to her fate.

Making small talk, Luna Axton asked, "How did you and Grandpa usually spend New Year’s Eve in the past?"

"After dinner, I’d go back to Lakeside Manor. Sometimes I’d go out for drinks with my buddies."

"What about Grandpa Fairchild?"

"He stays up to see the new year in."

"Well, after we’re done with this, you should go out and have fun. You haven’t seen your friends in a long time." Having had Lindsey by her side since she was little, she knew how important friends were.

Blaze Fairchild was usually very busy. The Spring Festival was a rare time when everyone was free, so it was the perfect chance for him to get together with them.

"Not everyone’s around this year, so we didn’t make plans."

Luna Axton took his word for it. Once all four pancakes in the pan were done, Blaze Fairchild plated them immediately.

He placed diced strawberries between two of the pancakes, then arranged sliced strawberries and blueberries around the stack.

"Neither you nor Grandpa can have cream, so I made yours with cheese and lemon. If you’re worried it’s too sour, you can dip it in honey."

"Okay." Luna Axton’s eyes were glued to the plate of strawberry pancakes.

The tartness of the lemon, the sweetness of the honey, and the fragrance of milk and eggs stimulated her taste buds. She couldn’t wait to eat.

Blaze Fairchild placed two servings of pancakes on a tray. "Alright, go on out and eat with Grandpa. I’m going to make another serving for Mom."

Luna Axton picked up a knife and fork and followed him toward the living room, asking curiously, "Aren’t you having any?"

Blaze Fairchild replied, "I don’t really like sweets."