Chapter 8 Breakfast

"Ric, do you eat like this every morning?" Elise asked.

"Yes! These are all my favorite dishes. Fried lamb chops, foie gras in a red wine reduction sauce, Spanish chicken rolls..."

Obviously in high spirits, Eris started naming every dish on the table. However, Elise interrupted him.

"Ric, these are too greasy for breakfast! Eating greasy food in the morning is bad for your health. And you'll grow as round as a potato."

"Have you read the employee manual?"

"Huh?"

Eric's sudden question in the middle of her nagging caught her off-guard.

"The 320th term in the employee manual says that you can't question any of your employer's living habits." Angela's voice interjected in a timely manner. Eric nodded to her with satisfaction and then gave Elise a disappointed look.

'Mommy really isn't very professional at work. Ah, forget it. I'll just have her take some training later.'

Elise didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

However, this would be a good opportunity to get fired by Eric.

She summoned up her courage and spoke in a serious tone. "I'm your mommy now. You hired me to be your mother. You can't order me like a servant. Children should listen to their mothers!"

Eric paused and considered her words, which seemed to make sense. He remembered reading the sentence in that document-"Children should listen to their mothers."

Even so, it was difficult for him, who had always been a little self-centered, to concede the point.

He impatiently tapped on the table with his fingertips, thinking of how to get out of the awkward situation.

"A qualified mother prepares an abundant and nutritious breakfast for her child every morning."

This sentence suddenly jumped into Eric's head.

'That's it!'

"Okay, as you wish. From this day on, I'll change my taste for breakfast items. But Mommy, I want you to cook for me! If you don't cook well, I'll deduct your salary!"

"Okay!" Elise blurted out, completely forgetting her original plan of getting fired just now. The next thing she knew, she was in the kitchen doing the prep work for Eric's breakfast. It seemed like her muscle memory for cooking had yet to dull.

In the past few years, Elise had worked in a restaurant for kids, so she had learned to prepare a wide assortment of kid-friendly dishes, desserts, and snacks. Thus, it really was not difficult for her to make breakfast for Eric.

However, she soon found out that the task wasn't that easy, either.

"Eric doesn't like green pepper."

"Eric doesn't like vegetables."

"Eric hates pineapples."

"Tsk tsk. If you dare to add milk, you will die!"

As it turned out, Eric hated everything except for meat.

Elise turned a deaf ear to Angela's warnings and continued preparing breakfast.

She didn't put in lobster, crab, and filet mignon, which were strongly recommended by Angela, to any of the dishes. Instead, she added a lot of the ingredients that the other woman deemed forbidden.

Finally, under Angela's death stare, Elise walked into the dining room with a breakfast tray.

Eric peered curiously at the tray. "What did you make?"

"This is egg roll with milk and ham, and this is vegetable porridge."

These items were her specialty. To make the servings look better, she specially made the egg roll into the shape of a heart.

These dishes ticked all boxes for smell, visuals, and taste. All in all, she was confident with what she had cooked.

However, Eric's face gradually dropped when he heard Elise describe the food.

'I hate all of them!

Is this breakfast or poison?'

Crestfallen, he turned away, not wanting to eat anything. However, since Elise had made the breakfast for him, he would make good use of it.

He snapped his fingers, and a servant immediately handed him a phone.

"This is the breakfast made by my mommy!"

Eric typed into the phone after taking a photo of the dishes. Then, he tossed the phone away, and the servant beside him skillfully caught it midair.

"All right. Throw all of these away!" Eric ordered with a pout of disgust. "Mommy, I don't like vegetables.

Don't cook them next time..." He was enumerating what Elise had done wrong

when, all of a sudden, an eggroll was stuffed into his mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

Elise let go of the egg roll and looked at Eric expectantly.

The servants in the dining room all took a deep breath and silently mourned for their new colleague.