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Greg Jensen personally took charge of cooking, which immediately drew the entire kitchen staff of Reverie Inn to gather around and watch.

The head chef had originally taken leave to go home for his son\'s birthday, but after hearing this news, he no longer cared about the birthday and rushed back in his car.

Every chef has a few signature dishes, each with their own secret recipe, making it hard for others to replicate the exact same flavor.

This is even more true for medicinal cuisine.

Without the secret formula, let alone the exact same flavor, it\'s difficult to achieve the same texture.

Not to mention, the most important nourishing effects of medicinal cuisine.

Greg was quite focused when working, so when he looked up, he was startled by the scene before him.

Looking around, all he could see was a sea of people.

"What are you all doing here?" Greg was full of question marks.

With a sheepish grin, the head chef uttered two words: "Stealing skills!"

"Right, stealing skills!"

"Haha..."

Everyone knew Greg was a good person and didn\'t mind, so they forthrightly revealed their little sneaky thoughts.

What followed was a burst of good-natured laughter.

"Alright, watch closely then. Whether you can learn or not is entirely up to your own comprehension. I won\'t explain it," Greg said, not minding at all. He shook his head with a smile and proceeded with the next steps.

He said he wouldn\'t explain, but as he worked, he found himself talking through the process.

The group of chefs watched intently and listened carefully, afraid to miss any detail.

After one dish was completed, a chef couldn\'t help but voice the doubts in his mind.

As Greg continued to prepare the next ingredients, he answered the chef\'s question without even turning his head.

And so, with one person cooking and a crowd watching, even the head chef benefited enormously from the dinner that was prepared.

After finishing four medicinal dishes, Greg took off his apron and handed it to the head chef with a smile, saying:

"Okay, keep an eye on the stove for me. I have guests tonight, and now it\'s your turn to take the stage. Don\'t disappoint me."

"Rest assured, Boss Greg, we won\'t disappoint you!"

"Right, if what I make isn\'t tasty, deduct my salary for this month."

Lois Abbott stood in the corner, a joyful smile appearing on her face as she listened to everyone\'s assurances to Greg.

In her tender eyes, there was a hint of admiration.

Greg was like a natural leader, achieving recognition in whatever he did.

This is my man!

Lois thought, a proud smile involuntarily spreading across her face.

As Greg made his way out of the crowd, he saw Lois standing to the side, and said with a smile, "Let\'s head back to the office. I\'m going to take a shower and change my clothes."

Observing the sparkle in Greg\'s eyes, Lois\'s heart fluttered. She took two steps back and replied somewhat awkwardly, "You... you go ahead and shower."

"Alright then."

Seeing that she wasn\'t keen, Greg didn\'t insist and left the kitchen by himself.

Lois watched his retreating figure and couldn\'t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The next second, her expression suddenly changed. She wanted to follow and stop Greg, but after a second thought, she halted her steps.

At the same time, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, revealing a subtle smile.

...

After leaving the kitchen, Greg headed to the General Manager\'s office.

Inside the office was a resting room equipped with a large double bed, as well as an en-suite bathroom and wardrobe, which Lois used for resting and changing clothes.

Having his clothes smell of cooking, wearing them would be seen as disrespectful to the guests, so Greg decided to take a shower and change.

He locked the office door, started to undress as he walked inside, and by the time he entered the resting room, he was down to just his shorts. He threw his clothes on the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Before he reached the door, the bathroom door suddenly opened, Lois Abbott came out, her hair wrapped up, her body swathed in a bath towel.

Svelte long legs, a delicate collarbone, and the glimpse of her snow-white shoulders were all exposed to the air.

Their eyes locked, and the air around them instantly froze.

"Ah..."

Lois let out a startled cry and quickly covered her eyes with both hands.

But the gaps between her fingers were quite large, revealing two round and rolling pupils that glittered with excitement.

However, when she lifted her hands, the towel wrapped around her body slid off in an instant.

Greg Jensen was stunned!

The sight of her youthful body caused his mind to go blank.

Although they had been in similar situations before, it had always been in the dark, where he couldn\'t make out the details.

The \'honesty\' in broad daylight was indeed unprecedented.

"Ah!"

Lois shrieked again and hurriedly picked up the towel to hold it against her front.

Greg suddenly snapped out of it, quickly turned around, and said with a tremor in his voice, "I\'m... I\'m sorry, I didn\'t know you were in there."

"Mmm..."

Lois\'s face glowed with a shy red hue as she wore a faint smile and daringly asked, "Brother, do you think I look good?"

"Good... You look good."

"Brother, your abs look good too."

Greg\'s face was a picture of incredulity as he said wordlessly, "Little brat, hurry up and get dressed, I need to shower, and there will be guests later."

"Hey, where am I still little?"

Lois immediately protested, running behind Greg and tugging at his arm, "Turn around and take a good look. Tell me where I\'m little!" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Greg\'s cold sweat broke out instantly, only to insist against his conscience, "Madam, I misspoke, you\'re not little, not at all.

Please, just get dressed, or it\'ll be hard to explain when your sister sees us."

"What\'s there to be afraid of, my sister won\'t get mad."

"Are you going to get dressed or not? If you don\'t, I\'ll get mad!"

Greg had no choice but to try to intimidate her with a cold voice.

Lois wrinkled her little nose and huffed, "Fine, fine, fine! I\'ll get dressed, really..."

Hearing the rustling sounds from behind him, Greg breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lois finally said, "Okay, you can turn around now."

"Oh."

Greg muttered in response, and when he turned around, he nearly let out a nosebleed.

Lois was wearing a JK schoolgirl outfit and was currently pulling on a pair of white silk stockings.

Her slender hand glided over her long, straight leg, rolling the white stockings up bit by bit.

"A heart as clear as ice, untroubled by the sky\'s falling. Unchanging amidst the myriad twists, serene in spirit and tranquil in qi..."

Greg quickly turned away, silently reciting the Daoist "Ice Heart Mantra" to suppress the heat within him.

At that moment, Lois\'s sweet voice rang out again, "Brother, why won\'t you look at me? Am I not pretty enough?"

Greg felt completely defeated by this little vixen, and could only force himself to say, "You look good, but now you need to get out. I have to shower and things to take care of."

"Hmph, there\'ll be no next time to see, never ever again."

Lois walked off in a huff, but as she passed by Greg, she suddenly stopped, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the face, then giggled and ran out.

"Someday this little vixen is going to be the death of me."

Greg Jensen let out a long breath and turned to walk into the bathroom.

In the bathroom lingered the scent of shampoo and...