My Secret Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2299: Chapter 2292: Lost to a Bowl of Chilaquiles

"No more. I just want to eat this now."

"Okay." Brandon Heath hooked his lips and gently rubbed her hair, "You wait, I’ll make it for you now."

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Aria Rowlett thought she had picked the simplest dish that Brandon Heath could make no matter what.

But she was wrong. noveldrama

Her omnipotent husband failed for the first time with a bowl of Chilaquiles.

Brandon Heath was seriously learning.

The chef was also teaching very carefully.

However, when the finished product came out, he had to admit that no one could truly be omnipotent.

No matter how powerful the person.

He could easily handle things that ordinary people found difficult, but he was unexpectedly challenged by a simple bowl of Chilaquiles.

The egg in the bowl was visibly burnt to a charred black color.

The noodles were also cooked too long, and soon after being scooped up, they turned into a lump in the bowl, like dough.

Looking at the bowl of Chilaquiles with no appetizing appearance at all, he picked up a fork, took a bite of the noodles, and tasted it.

Then, the man’s eyebrows frowned, and there was dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Brandon Heath struggled to swallow the small bite of noodles in his mouth.

After a few seconds, he put down the fork, turned around, squinted his cold, dark eyes, and his voice didn’t sound very pleasant, "What’s going on? Why are the noodles I made like this? Which step did I miss?"

"This..." The internationally-award-winning top chef was sweating nervously, "Mr. Brandon, you did the steps correctly. It’s just that you didn’t control the timing and heat well."

Honestly, having an international top chef teach Chilaquiles was indeed a waste of talent.

Of course, the chef could make a good bowl of Chilaquiles.

And he was also confident that he could teach Brandon Heath.

After all, it was just a bowl of noodles, and it was not about culinary skills at all.

The top chef didn’t expect that Brandon Heath would cook the noodles like this.

The entire bowl of noodles looked awful.

It was as if everything had been mixed together; the noodles were mushy, the tomatoes were rotten, and the appearance was terrible in general.

Brandon Heath narrowed his eyes at the bowl of noodles he had just cooked, "Not controlling the timing and heat well?"

"Yes," the top chef respectfully answered, "As long as you master these two points, there will be no problem. Actually, Mr. Brandon’s bowl is not that bad. The fact that you could make it like this on your first attempt at cooking is already very remarkable."

The top chef went against his conscience to flatter him, "Moreover, this is a meal that Mr. Brandon made for Ms. Joanna. I think the appearance and taste are secondary. It is already impressive that Mr. Brandon has this intention. No matter what you make, Ms. Joanna will like it."

"If I’m going to do it, I have to do it well." Brandon Heath took the bowl of noodles and poured it into the trash. "I’ll do it again."

Brandon Heath stayed in the kitchen for a long time.

So long that Aria Rowlett, who was waiting for him, got a little restless.

It took him more than an hour to make a bowl of Chilaquiles.

And it still wasn’t done.

Aria Rowlett came downstairs from the second floor and saw several maids standing on one side, whispering.

Everyone had a look of envy on their faces.

"Mr. Brandon is so nice to cook for Ms. Joanna. Isn’t this Mr. Brandon’s first time in the kitchen? Only Ms. Joanna is treated like this."

"What’s the big deal? Didn’t the madam say that Mr. Brandon, just for Ms. Joanna,