Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 510: You Are Allowed to Eat More Tonight

Chapter 510: Chapter 510: You Are Allowed to Eat More Tonight

After putting Teddy to sleep, Abigail went downstairs and found that Grandpa Smith was still sitting there.

This past month, Abigail had been busy competing with Lena, Sophie, and the others, leaving her no time to visit Grandpa Smith. She called him earlier, thinking the stubborn old man might be angry, never expecting he would come over on his own.

"Hmph, the little one is asleep. Now you have to accompany the big one, don’t you?" Grandpa Smith said snappily when he saw Abigail come down, eyeing Brandon, who approached from the other side, thinking this man was here to steal his granddaughter.

"No, I’m here to keep you company, of course." Abigail replied, reflecting on how each of them, from the oldest to the youngest, was difficult to please.

She really had it tough.

"Time to eat," Brandon reminded her concisely.

Abigail suddenly remembered that she hadn’t eaten since the competition ended in the afternoon. She rubbed her forehead and looked at her grandfather. "Why don’t you wait for me a bit longer?"

"I want to eat too." Naturally, Grandpa Smith didn’t want Abigail to go hungry, but he also didn’t want to wait any longer.

Before he finished speaking, Brandon refused without any tact: "Didn’t make any for you."

"You..." Grandpa Smith was furious, then turned to Abigail, "You cook for me."

"She doesn’t know how to cook," Brandon answered on Abigail’s behalf, thinking to himself that it was a joke. His little foodie had never cooked for him; how could she cook for another man?

"Who said she can’t cook? I... Anyway, I’m hungry," Grandpa Smith almost let it slip, and thinking of his granddaughter’s cooking skills, he quickly stopped talking.

Watching the two elderly men who had more than a hundred years between them, Abigail raised her hand weakly. "Can I eat something first?"

Gurgle—

No sooner had she finished speaking than her stomach growled loudly.

This immediately quieted both Grandpa Smith and Brandon.

Brandon pulled Abigail towards the dining room directly, and Grandpa Smith hurriedly followed.

"Sit down first, I’ll serve you," Brandon said naturally, turning towards the kitchen.

Only then did Abigail recall that after eight o’clock, the servants at Moon Lake Manor returned to the small building at the back, leaving only Aunt Claudia to stay at the main house to look after the kids. Watching Brandon’s back, her heart leaped with joy. Had he been cooking for her while she put Teddy to sleep?

The thought made Abigail uncontrollably happy, her face lighting up with a sweet smile.

"Progress," Grandpa Smith muttered, completely startled by Brandon’s actions. The notoriously ruthless Brandon Piers was cooking for his granddaughter at home, a complete contrast to his outside persona. Glancing at Abigail’s silly, love-struck smile, Grandpa Smith huffed.

Abigail turned her head towards her grandfather. "Such stubborn affection."

She knew that her grandfather couldn’t truly dislike Brandon if he voluntarily came to Moon Lake Manor.

"Hmph," Grandpa Smith snorted, not understanding but knowing it wasn’t anything good.

Just then, Brandon came out with the food.

The man had changed into casual wear, carrying a large green porcelain soup pot, with yellow checkered oven mitts on his hands. He looked more like a homebody and so handsome that Abigail nearly couldn’t close her legs, her mouth slightly open as she stared at him blankly.

Seeing Abigail’s infatuated look, Grandpa Smith couldn’t stand it anymore. "Go help him. How can you just let him serve you?" Even Grandpa Smith couldn’t bear to see that face working alone.

Abigail licked her lips and quickly got up. "Let me help you."

She grabbed a few small bowls and three pairs of chopsticks from the kitchen.

Brandon couldn’t make complex dishes but could turn simple foods into the ultimate flavors. The steak from last time was proof. When Abigail lifted the lid of the large soup pot and smelled the aroma, her mouth almost watered. "It smells so good. It’s sour soup beef noodles!"

This was Abigail and her grandfather’s favorite.

How did Brandon know to make this?

Abigail was puzzled, but the aroma quickly dispelled her thoughts. She stepped forward to serve a small bowl for her grandfather first, then for herself and Brandon.

Grandpa Smith was surprised to find it was sour soup beef noodles. Maintaining his pride, he let out a haughty hum. He secretly thought that his granddaughter’s husband cooking for the grandfather seemed fitting. He then picked up his chopsticks, tasted it, and looked at Brandon in surprise. For the first time, he praised, "The Piers kid isn’t entirely useless other than his looks."

Abigail was more straightforward: "Delicious."

Ignoring Grandpa Smith, Brandon, looking at Abigail with a soft tone, said, "Tonight, you can eat a little more."

"Mhm." Abigail nodded with joy.

Grandpa Smith, though feeling a bit sickened by their display of affection, inwardly grew more approving of Brandon.

Ruthless to enemies, gentle to loved ones. He had the qualities to achieve great things.

Abigail had no idea what her grandfather was thinking. She only knew this was the first time since her rebirth that she ate until she was full.

She ate three small bowls and drank half a bowl of soup, making the two men click their tongues in amazement. She wasn’t gaining weight for nothing.

Abigail felt, "..."

After resting for half an hour, Abigail and Brandon spent another hour in the gym.

After a month of yoga practice, Brandon set new weight loss goals for her. Instead of focusing on overall weight, he broke down the fat into specific areas.

For example, what exercises to do for the lower abdomen, how long to exercise, and what goals to achieve. The same for the thighs and calves – what exercises, how long, and what targets.

The man’s goals were detailed, down to the angle of each movement.

Abigail had already experienced this man’s perverse calculation skills and trusted the numbers he came up with, allowing him to guide her personally.

Though it was hard work, every time she exercised with Brandon, Abigail felt sweet all over.

She even looked forward to his birthday more than he did.

In the following days, Grandpa Smith used the excuse of discussing the competition with Abigail to stay at Moon Lake Manor, enjoying his time with his granddaughter. Sometimes, he even video-called the old man at Piers’ Mansion to bicker, all while living a leisurely life.

Abigail’s face was always adorned with a light, heartwarming smile.

In this harmonious atmosphere, the finals arrived.

The success of the semifinals was a heavy blow to those who previously supported Bertha’s group and mocked Abigail’s group.

It also sparked unprecedented interest in the annual student medical skills competition among the medical students.

Even Headmaster Theodore personally attended the finals to cheer on the students from his school.

Abigail’s group not only performed well in the semifinals but also consisted of the youngest average age participants, only in their sophomore year. Winning the championship would be a great honor for the school.

This filled Lena and the others with even more determination to win the championship.

However, they didn’t care much about the school’s honor. They simply wanted to win the trophy and show those who underestimated them who the real high-achievers were.

Watching their enthusiastic demeanor, Abigail habitually extended her hand. "Let’s do it!"

After she spoke, the others placed their hands on each other’s, including Ralf, who had fallen short in the initial competition. Then, they all shouted in unison, "Let’s do it!"

The energy was electrifying, a taste of youth!