Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 1322

She’d warned him not to have high hopes for her cooking skills.

Jonathan, clad in a white T-shirt and black casual pants, his muscular figure evident, hands stuffed in his pockets, looked at her with a mixed expression.

“What exactly do you want to eat?” Estelle asked again, her eyes clear. Tve learned a few cooking tricks from Blythe, they’re quite tasty.”

“Whatever you feel like eating, eat. The rest can be for me,” Jonathan encouraged her.

“Alright, you go do your thing: Ill holler when it’s ready,” Estelle said with a smile.

“Watch out not to scald yourself with the hot water!” Jonathan cautioned her anxiously.

“I know, I know, I’m not a kid!” Estelle waved him off, “Off you go!”

Jonathan felt that Estelle might not want him to know about her cooking skills, so he turned and left.

About ten minutes later, Estelle stood at the door of the master bedroom, poking her head in to see if Jonathan was in a meeting

up with a grin and asked,

nodded. “It’s good to

her bun, and said, “I’m not picky, as

such simple food,

expectantly, leading

with a laugh,

revealing what he believed to be

praises until after you’ve

see the that pasta in his bowl was rich with ingredients like ham and greens.

told you, with enough practice, anyone can improve their cooking.” Estelle said

also felt she had indeed improved this

doesn’t it taste as good as when Blythe cooks it?” Jonathan slowly chewed on his food, not showing any dissatisfaction. Seeing her a bit down, he softly suggested, “Maybe it was cooked for

a bit puzzled

Jonathan raised an

Estelle said

can tweak

“How?”

Jonathan took the two bowls of pasta

forearms smooth and strong, his casual attire giving him an elegant air-not like he was cooking,

she picked it up to see a