Chapter 759 Applause (2)

When they arrived at the residence.

Consuela and Richie went into the kitchen, while the little girl ran to the living room to turn on the TV. She was very happy with the chips in her arms.

Following the woman into the somewhat narrow kitchen, Richie put the things away. Looking at the woman who was washing her hands, he pursed his lips and was mentally prepared. Then he smiled and asked, "Would you like to go back to the Ye's house with me?"

Let all the relatives see that Mrs. Richie of the Ye Clan had come back.

Consuela's hand, which was soaked in water, suddenly stopped. She picked up a water towel and wiped her hand gently before asking, "Why do you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Nothing. I just think it's too wasteful for you to stay here. You deserve a better place to live." Richie tried his best to soften his tone, and even his words were very gentle.

"It's not a waste. I bought it with my deposit. Although it's not as good as yours, I feel satisfied."

There were two bedrooms and one living room, and a kitchen and a bathroom. Why was it not good?

"……"

Richie didn't say anything more. He knew what kind of person he was. He was afraid that if he continued, it would turn into a fierce battle.

Consuela said, "You can leave now. It's too inconvenient to stand here."

"Okay," Richie didn't insist.

The kitchen was too narrow.

Walking out of the kitchen, he went straight to the living room and was about to chat with the little girl.

The woman, who was still in the kitchen, looked at the man's back and sighed.

She didn't know how to ask him.

All her intuition told her that it was this man who had kidnapped Sheryl.

If it was Terence, Sheryl might be released if she said a few words. But she didn't have much confidence in the face of the bossy man, Richie.

It seemed that she had to wait until she got to the point.

When the dishes were finished in the kitchen, Richie helped to bring them out.

The dishes were delicious and smelt good. They were not as bad as the little girl sa

han an hour, the man had already served the dishes again. Four dishes and one soup, conservative home cooking.

The little girl walked over with admiration, moved her head and sniffed. Then she said in surprise, "Wow, Uncle Richie is so awesome!"

It really smelt good.

It was better than the dishes cooked by Uncle Terence.

Consuela asked in disbelief, "Have you been very leisurely in the past five years?"

She felt that this person might have secretly taken a cooking class, or how could he be so good at cooking?

"Not very leisurely." He traveled around the country. He could almost get on four flights a day. He needed to look for her while paralyzing himself with work because he couldn't find her.

His stomach and intestines were getting worse and worse because of his efforts day and night, and his picky eating behavior was getting worse and worse.

"Then why are you so..." Before Consuela could say anything, the man had already skillfully filled the two bowls of rice for them.

"You two must be very hungry. Don't say anything. Let's eat first," said Richie calmly.

With his current level, he could really boast about his cooking skills. But he needed someone to cooperate with him. He'd better talk later.

Here came the one who cooperated with him. "Wow... The dishes are so delicious! I want to give you thirty-two compliments! "