My Evil Husband
Have a Different Impression

An hour later, Esme went down to the kitchen.

Through the living room, he didn't see Jason or Noe. So, she asked Emilia, “Where is Jason?”

“May come out, Miss.” How did he know Jason was there? He never said much to her or said anything.

Emilia already had a well-soaked chicken, placing it on a basin filled with cold water. After mixing the soy sauce and rice wine, a fragrant smell filled the kitchen room.

“Nona, I follow your instructions and marinate the chicken. What should I do next?”

“Give me.”

Esme took out the aluminum foil and wrapped the whole chicken with it. After that, she poured water into the flour bowl and started squeezing it.

Emilia stood watching from the side. Initially, he wanted to help Esme, but there was nothing he could do. Seeing Esme's extremely skilled and familiar actions, Emilia became extremely suspicious.

How could he say if he would try? Basically the Esme skill he saw was the rhythm of someone who had done this with experience.

Once the pastry flour is ready, Esme rolls it into a large sheet to wrap the whole chicken and uses it to seal the whole chicken tightly.

When all was done, Esme put the chicken in the oven. Cook it, to roast for half an hour.

Standing in front of the oven, Esme checked the numbers before she nodded in satisfaction.

It is remarkable that the original owner of the body left all the memories, allowing him not to look stupid in this high-tech world in certain things.

Half an hour later, the chicken was finally finished.

After opening the oven, a tantalizing scent instantly came out tempting their noses.

“Wah, it smells so good, Miss!” Emilia clapping and cheering, “Nona, how do you know how to make a beggar chicken?”

Crafts like this, a very delicious aroma, had already made Esme drool. He did not have time to answer Emilia's question.

The outer flour has hardened and browned due to the high temperature. Put it on the table, then give it a little punch until the flour cracks.

“Eat like this.” Esme tore off the rest of the foil and pulled the wings to Emilia.

The woman was already impatient to taste Esme's first dishes.

“The taste is rather bland and unpleasant.” Esme commented while biting the chicken wings.

“Maybe I don't give enough salt, Miss.”

“No. If we wrap with lotus leaves, and mud for the outer shell before baking it, it will taste better.”

Although it tasted lower than what he had eaten in his previous life, it was enough to overcome the eating problem.

“Nona, why do I feel if you often make beggar’s chicken?”

“Yes. I often make this. Every time we win a war, me and the brothers in the barracks will make beggar’s chicken, and vertical wine as we eat.” Suddenly recalling the memories of the past, a trace of sadness flashed across Esme's face like homesickness. Esme added again, “That was a good time. Beautiful memories.”

Emilia could not understand Esme's words. What war? What is barracks? Wasn't Miss taken back to Andreas' residence when she was five years old?

Despite living with the Andreas family, Miss's life could not be compared to the Oldest and Second. Esme never cooks for herself.

When Emilia started working for the Andreas family, Esme was still a teenager. When did he join the army?

Emilia looked sadly at Esme. In his mind, it was possible that Esme had suffered a concussion in an accident resulting in a hallucination.

If Emilia had that thought, then to the person standing like a God in the living room did not feel like it.

Jason was busy working in his study. As he was about to go out for dinner, he passed the stairs and caught Esme's voice. Down the stairs, she smelled a seductive fragrant smell.

This stirs his appetite significantly. At first he planned to go out for dinner, thinking Emilia was doing the job.

When Esme's voice rang out in the kitchen, it shattered her previous assumptions.

Coincidentally, that sentence was the first one he went to. Suddenly his steps froze.

Esme Andreas went to war?

From that age, he saw Esme almost every day. Then, when did he join the army and get involved in the war?

Moreover, a triumphant fight. This story is too amazing to be true. But the way he told it was as if it had really happened.

Esme reminisced about the days when she realized Emilia was looking at her with a surprised expression.

Esme blinked her eyes as if she had just realized something. Did he say something that made Emilia fear him? Did he say anything about his past and the barracks?

When Emilia blinked in confusion, Esme instantly changed the direction of the conversation.

“Emilia, why don't you eat it! Eat quickly, and this is also eating. You should taste it more.” Esme cut another part of the chicken and gave it to Emilia as well.

“Oh, sorry Miss, I was too dreamy. I'll eat it now.” Emilia smiled faintly and started to bite the chicken meat. “Nona, it's really very tasty!”

With Emilia's praise, Esme smiled in satisfaction. “Of course it's good, because I made it.”

Jason, curious, went into the kitchen without making a sound. His movements were already like a refined being floating in the sky. No one was aware, and Esme was still standing on the side of the table biting the chicken wings.

“Nona, this chicken is very delicious. Should we save it for Young Master?”

“Why should we leave some for him?”

“Maybe if Mister knows you know how to cook something, he will have a different impression of you.”

“He already has a different impression of me.”

“Since when?” Instinctively, Emilia switched to gossip mode.

“You don't know? In the man's heart, Esme Andreas was none other than a foolish, foolish, and foolish woman. Arrogant, frivolous and useless. This context is also considered a different impression, right?”

Emilia could not answer anything.

“He will probably hate my chicken, say if it's dirty if I ask him to taste it.” Imagining Jason with his poker face, it already affected Esme's appetite.

“True. What Young Master Hall liked was Miss Layla. Whatever Miss does, it's always wrong in her eyes.” Emilia felt sorry for Esme.

“You know that. So, we just need to enjoy our chicken without bothering to think about the man.” Esme's speech was clearly an indifference.

A thunderstorm gathered at the door, where Jason stood with a dark face. Heard, and witnessed it with his own eyes and ears.

“Nona, in the past, you usually put Young Master as your universe. Even if it's nonsense, you should leave it to Young Master. Now, a chicken you've made yourself, you don't want to leave that for her. Don't you like it anymore?”

Emilia ventured to ask, but her heart hesitated. Afraid that Esme would get mad at him.

“After dying once, I have learned to continue living happily.”

Emilia smiles proudly, “Seeing you so carefree, I'm also happy.”

“I will let myself live happily and leisurely in the future. I used to treat Jason as the most valuable item, now I'm going to treat him as grass. Such a man, other than having a little more handsome, and a little more money, there was nothing good about him. Bad temper, strange personality, and all day long just know how to show a black face like a dead man. It's as if I killed his Mom and Dad.”

Emilia wanted to laugh, but she became dumbfounded. ‘Is Young Master Hall that bad?’

“As a man, he has a narrow mind. I really don't know why I fell in love with her in the past. I must be drunk by love until I forget myself.”

Emilia had no more words for him to say.

“Because he sees me as trash, I will see him as trash as well.” Esme gave Emilia a charming smile, “At least, trash can still be recycled, right? Lucky I didn't think of him as shit.”

Hearing Esme's argument, unknowingly, Emilia laughed. “Nona, We are eating a scented and delicious beggar chicken now.”

Speaking of dirt, is that appropriate?

“You dare say I'm trash?”

Suddenly a cold and sharp voice pierced their ears. The sound echoed, and the temperature in the kitchen plummeted sharply.

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