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

a grin and

“It’s good

lightly pinched her bun, and said, “I’m not picky, as long as

swatted his hand away. “It’s such simple food, of course I can

smiled contentedly, even a bit expectantly, leading her by the hand towards

and she said with a laugh, “I cooked both flavors together,

lips curled into a small smile, revealing what he believed to be a genuinely sincere smile: “Ella, you’re

after you’ve

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

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

she had indeed improved

while, Estelle frowned at the food in her bowl and said, “I followed the steps exactly; why 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

up, a bit puzzled

it’s no big deal,” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Can’t

too bland!” Estelle

tweak it

“How?”

a sec.” Jonathan took the two bowls of pasta back to the

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

picked it