Eric was afraid that others might not know that the picture was meant for Nicole.

Nicole was speechless and cursed him a million times in her heart. ‘This son of a b*tch is crazy! Can’t he just focus on being a good boss? What’s the point of him always thinking about conquering the kitchen? Also, why does he have to involve me and drag me into his sh*t from time to time?! What the hell!’

There were all sorts of praises below Eric’s post.

[Mr. Ferguson, the desserts you made look amazing!]

[That’s awesome! How blessed would it be to try Mr. Ferguson’s cooking?]

[Sincerity is the key to success!]

......

Nicole grunted. ‘Haha! If I give them this “blessing”, will they dare to take it?’

After a while, Keith finally could not help but ask what was on everyone’s mind.

[Honestly, did you really make these with your own hands?!]

At least there were still people who were not willing to blatantly lie.

Not long after, Eric finally replied.

[No, but I tasted them myself.]

The answer