His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 597 Learning New Skills For Her

Lysander picked up a piece of toasted bread, then casually selected a few items from one of the two identical platters of ham and fried eggs. She sandwiched them in, paired it with some lettuce, and took a bite.

The breakfast on the table could be considered a fusion of dishes that was well–balanced nutritionally. Apart from the somewhat exaggerated quantity, there was essentially nothing to fault.

Josiah’s gaze followed Lysander’s cutlery all along. It was only when she made a choice, that he subtly let out a sigh of relief.

Lysander felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze and said softly. “This is the breakfast prepared by Martha, isn’t it? If you’re hungry, feel free to start eating. You don’t have to wait for me.”

Josiah’s voice was light and cheerful as he said, “Martha has already left. The meal you just had was prepared by me.”

Lysander’s hand, holding the bread, suddenly tensed up. Her gaze slowly lowered, looking at the half- eaten sandwich, unsure whether to continue eating or not.

The dormant memories were gradually reviving.

Last night, the leftovers on the dinner table were a sight to behold. Not only was there a lemon butter fish that seemed to stare back at her even in death, but there was also a fried egg so burnt it could have been used to mix cement. As for the bacon, it was charred to the point where it could seamlessly blend into a pile of coal.

It seemed that the safest thing Lysander had consumed in her breakfast was nothing but lettuce.

Seeing as her expression changed rapidly, he asked uneasily, “What’s wrong? Does it taste terrible? That shouldn’t be the case, though. I tasted it myself in the kitchen.”

He picked up the cutlery in front of him and grabbed a slice of bacon, evaluating it honestly. “It’s slightly overcooked, but the taste is undoubtedly perfect.”

“Are you sure you’re the one who cooked these dishes, and didn’t mix it up with the ones Martha made?”

Lysander cast a dubious glance at the two identical dishes before him.

witnessing his disastrous attempts at cooking firsthand, anyone might lack

which was already showing him a lot of

Josiah let out a helpless sigh.

cooking lessons after she finished teaching me. I was worried you might not be accustomed to my cooking, and thought you could use hers as a backup, so it wouldn’t interfere with your work. It seems I was genuinely overthinking

in his considerations

right,” Josiah admitted.

started learning how to cook oatmeal and preparing vegetables. With the failure from last night under my belt, I can say I’ve gained some insight. The cooking went relatively smoothly. If you find it not to your taste, feel

cooking had seemingly escalated to the level of a

from each of the two indistinguishable dishes.

the side of the table, subconsciously clenched into a fist, anxiously awaiting her forthcoming assessment.

been during his first time attending an invitation to tender and awaiting the results.

dishes before her, and her final verdict was remarkably impartial. “I can’t distinguish which one you made and which one was prepared by Martha. The presentation of the dish on the

matched. Even if a professional food critic were to judge, it would

that moment, upon hearing Lysander’s words, an uncontrollable smile surfaced

“Are you really that thrilled? I remember you never bothered with household chores before. You couldn’t even cook pasta, and now you’ve improved so much

busy and rarely cooked at home. She usually

initially thought that he was simply not skilled at such things and didn’t really care. It wasn’t until now that she understood. It wasn’t that he couldn’t learn, but he just

promptly cooling her heart that was on the verge of

to make them when we get back tonight. However, making pasta might be a bit more challenging compared to cooking other

hands. “That’s not what I meant, I was just speaking

I just want you to know that as long as it’s for your benefit, whatever

wished to start

her eyes and skillfully avoided his gaze. After all, they had lived together in the past. Just a single shared glance would have been enough to