The President smiled wickedly, “How could that be? Scallion pancakes? They sound delicious.”
He pointed to the documents on Franklin’s desk, “Hurry up and take a look. Sign the suitable ones. If not, pick them out.”
“I can do it tomorrow,” Franklin said coldly.
“No, no, it must be done now,” the President’s smile grew more smug, “Unless… you take me with you.”
Franklin glanced at him, “Take you? Where?”
“Don’t play dumb,” the President got angry, “Hmph, hot scallion pancakes, best served with cold shredded radish. Who wouldn’t want to eat that?”
Who would have thought that the President, who had eaten all kinds of delicacies, liked such simple home-cooked dishes?
A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, “Keep up your act as the vicious father who breaks up his son’s marriage. Otherwise, you’ll only make me more disgusted.”
The President was almost choked with anger, “Hmph! Do you still want to be with Sylvia? Let me tell you, today I turned a blind eye to let her in. Without my approval, do you think she could have come in smoothly?”
“So, you mean I should thank you?” Franklin sneered.
The President snorted, “Do as you see fit!”
With that, he walked outside. When he reached the door and saw his son standing still, he turned and frowned, “Why aren’t you leaving? Hurry up!”
Franklin put away the documents and then stood up.
The President shamelessly sat in Franklin’s car. Franklin glanced at him but said nothing.
The car sped along the road in silence.
The President sneaking out of the Presidential Palace was no small matter, akin to an emperor sneaking out of the palace in ancient times.
So when Franklin’s car finally stopped at the Hipps Family’s garage, he couldn’t help but speak up, “You might scare the Hipps Family.”
“I’m just here for a meal,” the President was still thinking about Sylvia’s cooking.
But he was naturally proud and didn’t want to lose face.
They reached the living room, and Franklin led him to the dining room.
The Hipps Family showed respect for Franklin. Although Sylvia had told them to start eating first, they waited for Franklin.
When the servant announced “Mr. Maskelyne is here,” Queena looked towards the entrance of the dining room and was shocked.
She quickly stood up, “Mr. President, why are you here…”
Mr. Hipps was also startled, “Mr. President…”
The President put on a mysterious look and laughed, rubbing his hands together, “Franklin kept inviting me to join him, so I couldn’t refuse… No need to be nervous.”
Franklin watched his shameless act and couldn’t help but want to expose him, “Clearly it was you…”
He didn’t want to give this shameless old man any face.
Sylvia interrupted him, “Let’s sit down. The food will get cold.”
The President gave her an approving look. Not bad, she knew how to save him some face.
He sat next to Franklin and looked at the sumptuous dishes. He couldn’t help but look at Sylvia with a particularly kind tone, “Sylvia, which dishes did you make?”
Sylvia pointed to a plate of cold shredded radish, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of dry-fried green beans, “These are all made by me.”
The President’s eyes lit up immediately, “Not bad, not bad.”
Next… The Hipps Family saw the President only eating Sylvia’s dishes.
He picked up a piece of scallion pancake, took a bite of green beans, then a bite of vegetables, and another bite of shredded radish.
In the end, he even wrapped the shredded radish in a large piece of scallion pancake and ate it in big bites.
This scene was somewhat bizarre.
But Franklin seemed used to it and even deliberately competed with the President for the food.
The few vegetarian dishes Sylvia made were quickly devoured by the father and son.
Others barely got a taste…
Queena quickly understood.
The President came for dinner solely for Sylvia’s pancakes and dishes…
Blame Sylvia’s excellent cooking skills.
On second thought, he liked Sylvia’s cooking so much but opposed Franklin and Sylvia’s marriage every day.
This President was truly disgusting.
Queena’s mind went through many thoughts and she became much calmer about the President’s visit.
Seeing other members of the Hipps Family shocked by the President’s childish behavior, she could only think… It’s rare to see such things.
She glanced at Sylvia casually and saw that Sylvia remained calm. Queena thought to herself that Sylvia knew what was going on.
She sighed quietly.
The family continued eating.
Clare looked at the empty plate of shredded radish and politely said to the President, “The other dishes are also good. You should try them.”
Unexpectedly, the President smiled and said, “Well… Sylvia, how about making another plate of shredded radish?”
Sylvia glanced at him lightly, “We’re out of radishes. Maybe next time.”
Was this… a refusal!?
Everyone looked at Sylvia in shock.
The President looked a bit embarrassed, “Really out? What about vegetables? I’d like another plate of stir-fried spinach.”
“We’re out of spinach too,” Sylvia took a sip of chicken soup, “This chicken soup is good.”
The President was persistent, “Then… what about these green beans? Surely there’s more?”
Sylvia’s red lips curved slightly, “You guessed right. We’re out.”
Franklin felt a surge of satisfaction.
He enjoyed seeing this old man frustrated.
The President angrily threw down his utensils, “I’m not eating anymore!”
“Then stay hungry,” Sylvia took another sip of chicken soup and gave Franklin a crab leg, “Have some crab.”
The President ended up eating until he was only seventy or eighty percent full. His stomach felt uncomfortable.
He wasn’t quite full but not really hungry either.
In the end, he had no choice but to drink another bowl of chicken soup to fill up temporarily.
“It’s dark outside and the roads are icy and slippery. Why don’t you stay here tonight?” Mr. Hipps politely invited the President and Franklin.
Queena glared at him. Stay? This is the President. If anything happens at the Hipps manor…
Who could bear that responsibility?
“Sylvia, are you cooking tomorrow morning?” The President seemed eager to stay over, “If you’re making breakfast then…”
Franklin cut him off with a glance, “No cooking. She has something to do early tomorrow morning.”
The President snorted, “I asked Sylvia, not you.”
Sylvia’s voice was indifferent and her expression cold, “No cooking.”
A trace of disappointment flashed in the President’s eyes, “Alright then. Franklin, let’s go.”
“Be careful on the road,” Queena instructed, “Franklin drive safely.” She looked at the dark night outside, “Clare, you should drive along too.”
She was really worried.
Whenever the President left the Presidential Palace before, he was always accompanied by dozens of guards. This time only Franklin was with him; it was too dangerous.
Clare quickly nodded, “Alright.”
Without a word, Sylvia also got into Clare’s car. “Uncle Clare, I’ll go with you.”
After watching the two cars drive away into the distance, the Hipps Family returned inside.
Mollie held an invitation card, “Mom, Lucille invited me to Sabrina’s birthday party…”
Queena frowned slightly, “You’re not feeling well. Why don’t we let Clare go alone?”
Mollie nodded, “Alright. I don’t really want to deal with the Hogan family anyway. Lucille always seems strange…”
On the deep winter night with few vehicles on the road,
Two black cars drove one after another on the highway. Franklin glanced at Clare’s car following behind through the rearview mirror and understood everything.
The President sat playing with his phone without any sense of danger.
After all, he hadn’t told anyone about his secret trip out of the Presidential Palace this time.
He believed no one would notice his whereabouts.
Suddenly!
Franklin slammed on the brakes. The President looked up in shock, “What’s wrong?”
Franklin’s deep voice sounded, “It looks like there’s an accident ahead blocking the road.”
“An accident?” The President lowered his window and stretched his neck to look ahead. He saw two vehicles blocking the road-a truck and a car.
He wondered aloud, “If it’s an accident why do these two vehicles seem not to have collided…”
Instead, they were quietly blocking the road.
Franklin frowned slightly and immediately turned on his hazard lights and reversed!
Just as he started reversing, several men in black jumped out from behind the truck with weapons and began shooting wildly at their car.
Clare also noticed something was wrong from behind them. “Sylvia! Something’s up!”
Sylvia squinted slightly at what lay ahead and saw a shocking scene.
A car sped crazily towards Franklin’s car as if aiming for mutual destruction.
Franklin reacted quickly and avoided this deadly strike. But those men with weapons continued their frenzied shooting at his car. The sound of gunfire was incessant.
Sylvia immediately lowered her window and shouted loudly, “Go quickly!”
Clare handed her a gun. “Sylvia! You take it!”
He skillfully maneuvered his car to follow Franklin’s lead while Sylvia fired back through her window with precision shots.
But they were outnumbered; under heavy firepower from their attackers, each shot seemed insignificant despite Sylvia’s accuracy hitting vital targets every time.
The President cowered inside, looking grim. But having faced such situations countless times before, he wasn’t trembling in fear. He observed everything outside keenly until hearing Sylvia’s return fire which stunned him momentarily. “She knows how to shoot?”
Franklin remained silent; his handsome face showed no emotion as he focused ahead driving. Clare’s car provided cover behind them, pursued by crazed attackers until suddenly Sylvia exclaimed, “Out of bullets!” shaking her empty gun helplessly.