Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)

Chapter 106

"Miss Margaret, you can stay here today. It's not convenient for you to go back if it's too late." Larry

looked at Margaret coldly and said with a smile.

"..." In the end, Margaret could only nod. "Well, I know."

She had lived here for several times this month. For those who didn't know it, they thought it was her

home.

Margaret let out a long sigh. After seeing Charleston lying in bed safely, she went back to her room

next door.

He woke up the next day.

Margaret was awakened by a similar explosive sound.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked outside.

He saw a few servants surrounding the kitchen.

They all looked anxiously at the kitchen head.

When someone saw Margaret, he immediately gathered around her.

"Miss Shen, you finally got up. Hurry up and go to see Mr. Limbaugh." The servants said one after

another.

Usually, there were no servants in the Limbaugh family's villa.

Usually, it was Zhongye who came to clean the room.

Now that there were so many servants, Margaret was also a little surprised.

Moreover, from the looks of it, it seemed that something serious had happened.

Did something happen to Charleston?

"What's he doing inside?" Margaret asked doubtfully and walked inside.

Larry said anxiously to the inside, "Hey, Mr. Limbaugh, just add some salt. Ah... it's not salt, it's sugar..."

Margaret stretched out her head and saw Charleston turn off the fire of the gas furnace, and then

turned on the pressure cooker on it.

Just at that moment, the things inside spurted out quickly.

Fortunately, Charleston was quick to say goodbye, but there was still a splash on his hand.

It was millet porridge that was sprayed out. When the hot porridge was sprayed on his hand, there was

a red mark immediately.

Margaret frowned slightly and walked in. "Are you stupid? Don't you know that the pressure cooker

can't be opened directly after it is turned off?"

Seeing Margaret suddenly come in, Charleston moved her burnt hand behind her. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to see if you've been blasted to death." Margaret pulled Charleston's burnt hand out, opened

the faucet, and let the cold water wash the wound.

"Little thing, you are caring about me." Charleston raised his lips, looked at Margaret with playful eyes,

and said firmly.

There was even a little bit of pride in his dark eyes.

"You think too much." Margaret rolled her eyes and changed the topic. "What are you doing in the

morning?"

Charleston suddenly became silent and did not speak.

However, Larry, who was standing outside, said coldly, "Mr. Limbaugh said that today is your birthday,

so he got up early in the morning to make breakfast for you."

Charleston took a sharp look at Larry.

Larry looked at Margaret, asking for help.

Margaret was now Charleston's Shangying.

However, Margaret had just got up and was still wearing pajamas.

Although she didn't expose herself, her white calves were still exposed.

Larry Liang looked at Margaret coldly, which undoubtedly made Charleston's anger rise a little.

He looked at Larry without hesitation and said with great disgust, "Get out!"

"How do you know that today is my birthday?" Margaret suddenly felt a little surprised.

In fact, she had forgotten her birthday after so many years.

If it hadn't been for Charleston's words, he really couldn't remember that today was his birthday.

"Take a guess." Charleston raised his eyebrows and looked at Margaret.

"It was Elvis, that naughty kid, who told you about it." Margaret suddenly thought of it. The two of them

had been in the bar yesterday, maybe they were discussing something.

Perhaps Elvis had told Charleston about her birthday.

"You're right. Give me a kiss as a reward." With this, Charleston was about to come over.

Margaret looked at him with disdain, and then instantly changed the topic. She pointed to a lot of plates

on the table and said, "Why are there so many plates for making breakfast?"

"23." Charleston's eyes darkened.

Twenty-three?

Margaret counted the plates and indeed there were 23 plates.

Why were there so many dishes prepared for 23 of them?

Margaret was a little confused, but she seemed to have thought of something. She widened her eyes

and looked at Charleston. "Because today is my 23th birthday, so you intend to cook 23 dishes for

me?"

Charleston said with a snort, which was a tacit consent.

"How is it? Are you so moved that you want to marry me?" There was a smile in Charleston's dark

eyes.

The whole body of Margaret was almost surrounded by the love.

"But you seem to only know how to cook poached eggs." Margaret looked at the three dishes that had

been loaded.

The only one who succeeded was poached egg.

Previously, when she saw Charleston make the first poached egg, she thought that his cooking talent

was very good.

As a result, it turned out that he only knew how to make poached eggs!

"Little thing, do you dislike me?" Charleston grabbed Margaret's chin with a little dissatisfaction. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"... Of course not." The dignified Mr. Limbaugh.

It was already pretty good to be able to cook. Who would dare to dislike his cooking skills?

"Hmph." Charleston loosened Margaret's chin and wanted to continue to study cooking.

How could he, the CEO of Limbaugh Group, not even have breakfast?

There must be something wrong.

Margaret sighed and looked at Charleston's determined look. It seemed that she didn't intend to give

up.

For the safety of the entire villa, she said, "Charleston, why don't you cook egg fried rice for me?"

"Egg fried rice with eggs?" Charleston raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Margaret nodded.

The egg fried rice was already a very simple food.

The only thing he needed to do was stir-fried the egg and rice together.

He couldn't do that. He didn't know how to cook. At least, although Margaret was spoiled when she was

a child, she did not know how to cook fried rice without a teacher.

"Do you like it?" Charleston raised his eyebrows and finally said, "Then wait outside. I'll cook."

Margaret nodded, then walked outside and sat down on the table obediently.

In the end, Charleston really made an egg fried rice and served it.

Margaret saw a dark yellow plate with black.

Then he put a little eggshell between his legs...

Charleston dug out a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into Margaret's mouth.

Margaret had no choice but to eat.

As a result, he seemed to have eaten a mouthful of salt.

"Let's have another bite." Charleston took another sip in a child-like tone.

Margaret had no choice but to continue eating.

It took him a long time to finish eating all the dark dishes on this plate.

She quickly took a glass of water and poured it in.

Looking at Margaret's behavior, Charleston frowned a little unhappily. "Isn't it delicious?"

"No..." Margaret said, trying to explain.

However, Charleston suddenly turned around and said, "It must not be delicious. If I make another

dish, I don't believe that I can't make delicious food."

He made another plate.

"Doesn't that mean that I'm going to have to prepare a plate of dark dishes?"