radiothebook Chapter 389 Request
Chapter 389 Request
Chapter 389 Request
Chapter 387 Requests Lady Yelena to be at home.
She looked surprised when she saw François open the door.
It was an expression of both shock and shame.
The lady looked much more haggard, and then she felt extremely guilty about her previous actions.
Perhaps the major changes in her family have exhausted her.
François greeted her, "Madame Yelena, how are you?"
"Ah, oh, um... it's alright."
François held up the honey, flour, and sugar in his hand: "Madam, do you have some free time today? Could you teach me how to make a new cake? I brought some ingredients with me."
Lady Yelena was stunned for a moment.
She glanced into the room, then nodded and let François in.
Once inside, François could see that a emaciated man was sitting in the living room.
Mrs. Yelena introduced him, "This is my husband."
François bowed and said, "Hello, sir."
"And he is the Mr. François I mentioned to you,"
Madame Yelena, pointing to François, said to her husband.
She mentioned me to her husband? François wondered, why?
However, François did not ask any further questions.
Although he had played a game of chess with Yelena, it wasn't his fault.
François felt he had a clear conscience, which gave him the courage to visit Madame Yelena again.
He walked skillfully into the kitchen, and Mrs. Yelena followed him in.
François arranged all the ingredients, then turned around and found Madame Yelena still standing blankly by the door.
"lady?"
"Huh?" Yelena shuddered.
François gestured to the ingredients on the table: "What kind of cake are you going to teach me today?"
"Ah—um—how about a cream cake?"
"Madam, that was the first cake you taught me to make."
"Is that so? Then—what about the caramel cake?"
"That was the last one before."
François looked at Yelena and noticed that she looked flustered.
Hmm...
François has put that matter behind him.
Although if their genders were reversed, the incident could be described as "rape".
However, the lady was clearly still bothered by that incident.
François smiled gently as he took Yelena's hand on his shoulder:
"Madam, let bygones be bygones. You should look to the future."
Yelena's pupils suddenly contracted, and her tense expression slowly relaxed.
She finally raised her hands to cover her face.
Then, she began to sob:
"Mr. François, I'm sorry—last time—I...I really deserve to die—"
"It's alright, I don't blame you, madam. Please put this matter aside."
"Sir, you have no idea how desperate I was back then, how much I've struggled these past few days—"
"Everything will be alright," François comforted and blessed, "It will be alright—"
Lady Yelena sobbed for a while before nodding.
After she wiped away her tears, she grinned at François:
"Thank you, sir. It's so good that you contacted me again. I—thank you so much—"
François couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
It was as if Yelena had just erased the haggard look she had been wearing for some time.
François used to think that being just an audience member was enough.
Now it seems that establishing connections with others isn't so bad after all. Yelena took a few deep breaths and finally spoke:
"So, sir, how about I teach you how to make mousse cake this time?"
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Ha! Madame Yelena is back! She never taught François how to make this kind of cake.
François nodded.
"Well then, first, let's knead the dough. Oh! We need eggs—"
Next, Yelena began to teach François how to make mousse cakes.
François studied diligently, although...
He genuinely found cooking much more interesting than alchemy.
Is it because of their expertise?
François suddenly wondered, what if he added spices to the cake? A spiced cake?
Perhaps that's a good idea; we can find an opportunity to conduct an experiment.
Mr. Mosley once said that if François mastered the use of spices, he could become the most famous chef of the time.
Spices were a new thing, and François couldn't escape the responsibility of creating entirely new dishes with them.
Hmm! We need to find an opportunity to conduct the experiment!
However, he had very limited access to spices, so he probably wouldn't have many opportunities to try them.
By the time François realized what was happening, the mousse cake had been baking for quite some time.
Wait a few more minutes, and it will be ready to come out of the oven.
Taking this opportunity, François said to Madame Ylena:
"Madam, I've come here to say goodbye."
"Huh?" Madame Yelena exclaimed in surprise, "Saying goodbye?"
"Hmm... it's kind of a job transfer; I might be going to Parliament City—"
Upon hearing this, a hint of melancholy appeared in Lady Yelena's eyes.
François concluded that Madame Yelena probably had no one to confide in these days.
Although he felt great sympathy, François was unable to offer any practical help.
However, Madame Yelena quickly composed herself and smiled at François, saying:
"I wish you all the best, sir."
"Thanks."
Just then, the cake was baked.
The two took the cake out, and François couldn't wait to pick up a fork, cut off a large piece, and put it in his mouth.
The taste was sweet and refreshing, completely different from any cake François had ever eaten before!
Lady Yelena also took a bite and said with a smile:
"Sir, that's wonderful! You've learned how to make this cake."
François was also pleased: "Thank you, madam, for your guidance."
"Um, sir, may I give this to my husband? You know, he likes cake too—"
François could see that despite everything that had happened, the couple still had a deep affection for each other.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"certainly!"
Mrs. Yelena then cut a large piece of cake and took it into the living room.
But she was gone for quite a while before returning to the kitchen.
With a conflicted expression, she said to François, "Um, sir, my husband would like to speak with you."
"Huh?" François asked, puzzled. "What does he want to talk to me about?"
Upon entering the living room, François sat down in front of the other person.
Yelena's husband hesitated for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty:
"Sir—you should know what I've been through, right?"
"Um-
"I'm no good. Yelena is a good woman, but I am—"
François didn't know what to say; he wasn't used to dealing with such situations.
In the end, I had to bite the bullet and say it:
"There is still a long way to go, and there will be opportunities to correct mistakes and make amends."
"Yes, it's still a long way off—and that's why, sir, I have a favor to ask."
François had a bad feeling: "What is it?"
"You know, I can no longer be considered a man, but Yelena and I had no children before—"
"But Yelena had wanted a child for a long time, but it was my fault, and I didn't want to ruin her wish—"
"Sir, I know what happened between you and her, I would like to ask you—"
Upon hearing this, François was so shocked that he felt he had lived in vain.