Although Toto had many methods, his ability was limited.

Especially for someone of Clayton’s status, trying to dig up dirt on him was not something that Toto could touch.

However, this should not be a difficult task for Eric.

At that moment, Eric was no longer anxious. He raised his eyes to look at Toto.

“What does she like to eat? Go and buy the ingredients. I’ll learn to make it tonight when I get back.”

As a changed good man, Eric had high requirements of himself.

An able spouse should be able to do well at home and in public. Eric wanted to make himself as perfect as possible.

Any bit of correction was for Nicole.

When Toto heard this, his body fiercely stiffened. ‘Mr. Ferguson wants to cook again?! Why did he have to spoil that new kitchen repeatedly?’

However, Toto could not bring himself to stop Eric. Eric was obsessed with becoming a “virtuous husband” and did not admit his own failure and incompetence in cooking.

Toto pursed his lips and sighed.

“Yes, Mr. Ferguson.