After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 922

Chapter 922

"This is Mrs. Maskelyne' relative! The feeling... it's strange, but heartwarming. Before, Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne got married secretly, and the Andrews family didn't know about it until a lot of things happened. But so what? Those weirdos from the Andrews family don't deserve to visit us.

"Grandma, you're here?" Sylvia heard some noise and walked out of the kitchen with a floral apron on her body, her eyes shining brightly. "Please sit down quickly; if you're bored, watch TV for a while. I'll fry two more dishes."

When Jasmine saw Sylvia's appearance, she was stunned. "Did you cook these dishes yourself?" She used to think that Sylvia was just an excellent junior who she liked very much; now when she sees Sylvia again, her chest feels strange - warm yet sour.

She looked at Sylvia's gaze full of love as if looking through her to see their lost little niece - this is their Hipps family child; their child... their entire family's child.

Their good child made food by herself to welcome them.

Jasmine felt a sourness in her nose. "How can we let you do this kind of thing? Let me do it... you rest." She said as she walked towards Sylvia; however, after hesitating for a moment, Sylvia smiled again. "Ms. Hipps should rest too and taste my cooking later."

"Still calling him that!" Queena complained while looking at Sylvia,"This is your grandaunt!"

Sylvia obediently replied, "Grandaunt."

Franklin also greeted them warmly. "Sylvia cooks really well! I love eating dishes cooked by her so much that every time I'm outside I think about coming back home just to taste them again."

The butler had brought out the house's collection of fine wine. "This has been aged for twenty years- Mr. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps- let us have a good drink later on!"

The sound of the range hood came from inside the kitchen along with sounds of frying vegetables.

All dishes were served on table together.

Looking at all kinds of food on top of table, Mollie was shocked as she looked at Miss Andrews who sat next to Franklin after taking off her apron, "Miss Andrews, you are too amazing! Did you make all these dishes?"

"From now on, call her Sylvia."

Clare raised his hand and tapped Mollie's forehead, his eyes full of affection.

Sylvia didn't pick up the utensils but took a sip of water first. She crisply said, "Auntie, if you want to learn how to cook it, I'll teach you later."

Mollie was caught off guard by this sudden address as "auntie," and her ears turned red. She quickly lowered her head shyly and dared not speak again.

She secretly looked up at Clare but accidentally bumped into the man's pitch-black eyes. Her face turned bright red immediately.

The whole family burst into laughter.

"I never thought that in my lifetime I would be able to eat food made by our own child," Old Mr. Hipps exclaimed emotionally with tears in his eyes. The feeling in his heart was indescribable.

Not only were there big crabs but also sweet-and-sour fish, dry pot shrimp, dry pot duck heads...

The combination of meat and vegetables was also excellent. stir-fried vegetables with garlic sauce; three fresh delicacies;

How could she be so good at cooking?

"Preparing such a sumptuous feast must have taken quite some time?" Queena looked sympathetically at Sylvia's hands. "Don't do this again in the future. It must have been hard work!"

Sylvia picked up a roasted chicken leg for Queena and said with a smile. "Cooking for my own family is happiness and joy."

"This chicken leg is also roasted by Sylvia herself," Franklin picked up another chicken leg for Old Mr. Hipps. "Grandpa should try it too."

Old Mr. Hipps nodded repeatedly saying 'good' three times.

This meal was very harmonious and pleasant overall.

Especially for the Hipps family members who felt that eating food cooked by Sylvia herself was even better than eating fairy pills.

They were extremely happy beyond words!

"This shrimp is really well done."

"And this three fresh delicacies dish - how come it tastes better than what chefs make outside?"

"This sweet-and-sour fish is authentic."

"Brogan Mullins and his teammates all have severe diarrhea just before tomorrow's finals competition. This matter is not simple," Franklin said coldly with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"I'll come too," Sylvia said as she started changing clothes. "The competition is important; if it's just food poisoning that's easy enough but if someone drugged them then that would be troublesome."

She had seen many patients who were so weak from constant diarrhea that they couldn't even get out of bed.

So dysentery can be serious or mild depending on how much poison has been ingested.

"Let's go." At this point, Franklin had already dressed neatly without bothering about still having damp hair while Sylvia grabbed another towel, helping him wipe off any remaining moisture saying. "It's chilly outside at night; what if you catch a cold?"

They went downstairs together changing shoes where Uncle Butler hadn't gone sleep yet watching TV in living room asking curiously.

"Why are you going out so late?"

"Some employees in our company got sick so we're going there now," replied Franklin before pushing open door leaving the butler worried wondering whether things were very serious or not

If not, both of them wouldn't have come out.

In the middle of the night, a black car was speeding down the road.

Meanwhile, at Lilypad General Hospital, all ten pilots who were competing with Brogan Mullins had been rushed to emergency and were waiting in line for examination.

Jasper's face turned pale. Fortunately, they hadn't disposed of the leftovers from dinner yet. He brought them over from the trash can.

They had already sent it for testing to see if there was any poison in their food.

He paced back and forth anxiously in the hallway while waiting for the results to come out.

Brogan Mullins and his friends looked pale. They kept running to the bathroom one after another. Even with good health, their bodies couldn't handle this constant diarrhea.

Jasper's expression became even more grim as he watched on helplessly.