Chapter 184

Noelle slept soundly through the night and woke up to the enticing aroma of food. She sniffed the air and wondered where the aroma was coming from. It smelled like eggs benedict. Her appetite was instantly aroused.

Then, she heard sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen. Noelle hurried downstairs and noticed a stall figure working in the kitchen. Quentin wore an apron and was deftly poaching eggs in simmering water.

Noelle was a little surprised. When did he learn to make this? She had only ever tasted authentic eggs benedict like these in Southern City, where she watched the chef at a brunch spot expertly poach eggs and whip up hollandaise sauce to perfection.

Soon, the food was ready. Quentin carefully plated it on an exquisite porcelain plate and brought it to the dining table. "Give it a try and see if you like it."

He had gone out of his way to contact a friend in Southern City, who in turn got in touch with the chef from the brunch spot Noelle had posted on her social media