Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 469 - 386: Eva’s Cooking Skills

"You’re back, dinner will be ready in no time. Go wash your hands and change your clothes."

In the afternoon, after finishing shooting and returning home, Ivanka came out of the kitchen, smiled at him, and then went back to continue her bustling work. A fragrance of cooked food wafted from the kitchen.

Link watched her from behind and couldn’t help but touch his forehead.

Although Ivanka had been here for more than ten days and had cooked meals for him seven or eight times, he still couldn’t believe she would move from New York, discard her upscale dresses, put on an apron, and cook.

This happened in the second week after he left Taylor’s house.

Once when he came back from the set, he suddenly noticed someone in the villa and a fragrance of food coming from the dining room. He thought it was Catherine or Mandy.

When he entered the dining room, he saw several dishes with good presentation on the table.

Miss Ivanka came out of the kitchen holding a dish, wearing a tight apron, greeted him with a smile, and asked him to sit down for dinner.

At the time, Link was a bit dazed, not knowing when she had come or why she suddenly taken to cooking.

He followed her into the kitchen in disbelief and indeed it was Ivanka. She was wearing a long apron that wrapped her tall and full figure, looking even more sexy and graceful.

Her hands held the kitchen knife and cut the vegetables in a somewhat clumsy manner, but she did it with great care and seriousness. The dish she made had a style, the colors were well matched, looking almost like she was arranging flowers.

At that moment, Link asked her what she was doing, and Ivanka said she was cooking.

Link asked why she had come over to cook since she used to only order takeout.

Ivanka said she read a book which mentioned that for a couple living together, cooking at home helps nurture the relationship, so she did just that.

Link asked what about the chefs and waiters losing their jobs, wondering if it would make them seem like heartless capitalists?

Ivanka joked that it was fine, they could create more job positions.

Then, Link asked if she was still in contact with Taylor and whether Taylor had said anything to her.

Ivanka didn’t admit it but just urged him to wash his hands and eat.

"Why are you still standing there? Catherine told me you like stir-fried dishes from Huaxia, so I followed a recipe and made a spicy diced chicken. Try it in a moment and give it a critique."

Ivanka said, setting a dish on the dining table.

Link glanced at her, went to the restroom to wash his hands, changed into a set of loose sportswear, and when he returned to the dining room, there were six dishes on the table, four dishes and two soups, which all smelled very appealing, and they were clearly a significant improvement compared to what she’d made ten days earlier.

Link sat down to eat, deliberately tasting the Kung Pao chicken she made. The taste was average, too sweet, but considering it was the first time Miss Ivanka had cooked it, he ate several more spoonfuls.

"How is it?"

Across the table, Ivanka rested her chin on her hands, her beautiful face filled with anticipation.

"Very good, out of a perfect ten, I give you eight and a half."

Link nodded and said.

"Thank you! I suddenly realized that cooking seems to also be a meaningful thing, like now, after I have cooked and you are satisfied with the meal, praising my culinary skills, it’s also a great achievement for me, more meaningful than finalizing a fifty million deal," Ivanka said, twirling her hair with a smile.

For cooking convenience, she had tied her golden-brown hair into a ponytail and wore no makeup.

Even like this, Ivanka was beautiful, but Link thought the kitchen didn’t belong to her. She was meant to be in management, doing important work, and her time shouldn’t be wasted on making three meals a day.

Cooking would damage her hands and facial skin; the cooking fumes were harmful to her hair quality.

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These weren’t the consequences he wanted.

"You’re doing great, but I suggest you don’t cook anymore. You can let the servants do it. If you’re interested in cooking, you can do it on holidays."

Link said.

"Why? Don’t you like it?"

Ivanka asked.

"I don’t know what Taylor said to you, or what advice he offered, but what I want to say is, you don’t need to do these things or change anything for me. You are you, and the original you was more outstanding and charming than any other woman, and I fell for you. After you make these changes, I don’t know if I will be more fascinated by you, but I think the original you was just fine."

As he spoke, Link suddenly remembered a song, a hit song that made Mars famous.

It was almost as well-known as "Uptown Funk," and to his surprise, he discovered the song should have been released by now, but it seemed Mars hadn’t created it yet. Could it be that he had influenced this?

"What’s wrong?"

Ivanka, who had been seriously contemplating his words, suddenly noticed him freeze, lost in thought and not even noticing a green bean falling from his fork onto the table.

"I remembered a song that seems like I heard it in the recording studio, lyrics from that song are what I want to say to you."

"Really? Then sing it for me to hear."

Ivanka said with a smile.

Link shrugged his shoulders, walked to the grand piano in the living room, wiped his fingers, placed them on the keys, and began to play and sing.

Oh her eyes, her eyes,

Make the stars look like they’re not shining,

Her hair, her hair,

Falls perfectly without her trying,

She’s so beautiful,

And I tell her every day,

...

Ivanka crossed her arms and listened to him sing quietly, the corners of her lips turning up more and more.

But every time she asks me do I look okay,

I say,

When I see your face,

There’s not a thing that I would change,

Cause you’re amazing,