A Love Trap

Francis looked down at the vegetable in his hands. 'Did I do something wrong?'

"What's wrong?" he asked innocently.

Looking at his handsome face, Ellie couldn't find the words.

"Ellie, what's the matter?" Ashley came in from the living room. When her eyes fell on the vegetable in Francis's hands, her mouth twisted. She had been away to fetch something just for less than a minute. How could he mess up a simple job of washing vegetable?

Only the stems remained in his hands and the leaves were torn into pieces and scattered all around.

"Can you tell me what kind of vegetable you are washing?" Ashley came over and looked at the stems in the basket. She stared at his innocent face resisting the urge to punch it.

"Isn't this how you're supposed to wash it?"

"Then what is it?"

Francis looked at the pile of leaves in another basket and said, "Oh, you meant these? These can't be eaten, right? I have removed all the leaves. I will throw them away."

"Who told you those can't be eaten?" asked Ashley.

"But I have never eaten those. Can they really be eaten?"

Judging from Ashley's and Ellie's expressions, Francis could tell that he must have goofed up.

Ashley slapped her forehead. "Okay, I will take it from here. You go rest in the living room," she said in resignation.

And this time she didn't listen to Francis' explanations. She just pushed him out of the kitchen. If she allowed him to stay in the kitchen any longer, there wouldn't be any dinner today.

Francis was puzzled at being pushed out of the kitchen. He asked Ashley for the name of the vegetable and searched it online.

called water convolvulus,

on the Internet. You could cook the leaves, or you

"So what's

a whiff of the aroma, and he took a deep breath. As

His eyes lit up. He turned to Ellie and said, "Ellie,

him briefly

We have

didn't hear her. He was totally immersed

the living room feeling lazy and satisfied. He had tasted all kinds of delicacies but for some reason, he still felt that the food he ate today

Are you going to do something to repay us?" asked

immediately, "I'm

dishes on the dinner table and flashed an irresistible

sat on the couch comfortably and started watching TV. Ashley stroked her stomach and

did you compete with him at the dinner table?" Nevertheless, she started rummaging through the

she, too, was infected by his zest. She ended up eating more than she usually would and it became a bit too much for her tiny

direction of the kitchen from time to time. She was amused. "Why?

her eyes at Ashley and said, "Why would I worry about him? I'm just worried about my

could happen? He's just washing the dishes. He won't create any

this than there was a loud crash

there was another

a slap

standing in front of the sink with

"Ashley, your dishes are poor in quality. They break

a genius in coming

broke when they were dropped to the floor? What the hell kind of excuse was that?