Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 620 Helping in the Kitchen

Sonia nodded. “I’ll just make some home cooked dishes then.”

“Alright. I’ll help you.” Toby stood up.

As she stared suspiciously at him, she clarified, “You want to help me?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” he countered.

“You’ve never been in the kitchen,” Sonia pointed out while feeling the bowl in her hands. “Are you sure you’d be able to help?”

It wasn’t that she looked down on him.

It was because he had led a comfortable life since birth and never had to engage in menial labor of any sort.

His hands had all along been made for fountain pens, not kitchen knives.

That was the reason why she truly didn’t believe he could help.

Moreover, even Sonia had never done any housework when she was a young child. The only reason why she knew how to cook was because Jean had forced her to learn that skill during the six year marriage to Toby.

Before she married, she hadn’t known how to cook either.

As Toby heard the skepticism in Sonia’s tone, he stiffened. “I can help.”

As a man, he absolutely couldn’t admit to not being able to do something.

Besides, while in Kosovo, he had learned how to make the hangover soup through the internet. That in itself could be counted as learning to cook.

Thus, he shouldn’t have a problem helping out now… Right?

At any rate, that was what Toby thought.

Seeing how earnest he seemed, Sonia didn’t second-guess him any longer.

After all, for him to boldly say such a thing meant he had to have some ability.

Not to mention, considering how much he knew and how well he did in other things, it ought to be no problem for him to help in the kitchen.

With that in mind, Sonia pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said, “Since you want to help, come along then.”

After saying that, she headed toward the kitchen.

eager Toby followed after

the kitchen, she pulled the ingredients for the

the squash onto the sink and thereafter, she left a bundle of sweet potato leaves on

stared at it.

at the plate. “Once you have done so, put

plate, he stared at the bundle of sweet

on earth was he supposed to pluck

Weren’t they already plucked?

else was he supposed to pluck

onto the plate, he stood there with

moving, a

outside,” Toby answered with

could admit to not knowing how to pluck

to help moments ago and here he was, stymied by the first task that she gave him. Not only was it embarrassing for him, but she might even be disappointed

would be better if he left the kitchen and secretly searched the internet

was lucky in the sense that Sonia didn’t suspect him of searching for an

quite crowded with both of them inside. Hence, she nodded in agreement. “Go on. There’s a trash bin outside;

answered before

table and placed the plate on it before he produced his cell phone from the pocket of his pajama pants. After unlocking the phone, he took a picture of the leafy green on the plate and used the picture to

information he needed about this vegetable leaped out at

reading through the introduction, Toby finally understood what Sonia meant

his phone aside as he grinned and

than 10 minutes later, he glanced down at his handiwork and smiled. It looks rather good. I’m sure Sonia

stood up, Toby carried the plate

kitchen. Her movements were fluid and attractive; in a

and turned to see him entering with the

He nodded and grunted.

were

in an almost imperceptibly nervous and

he had done quite well, she might

nervousness was

Toby also hoped that Sonia would be impressed with his work as she might praise

sifted through the leaves with her free hand before delivering her verdict with a raised eyebrow, “Not bad. You

looking at him in

no old stems and each leaf was quite evenly pinched

put some heart into

receive Sonia’s approval, he smiled even more broadly and looked subtly proud. “It’s fine. I’m only doing as

twitched. “Not hesitating to

Toby continued, “Is there anything else you need help