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.

his disastrous attempts at cooking firsthand, anyone might lack the

of her sandwich, which was already showing him a lot of respect

Josiah

specifically asked Martha to leave behind the food she uses for her cooking lessons after she finished teaching me. I was worried you might not be accustomed to my

thoughtful in his considerations prepared a set

right,”

relatively smoothly. If you find it not to your taste, feel free to just

seemingly escalated to the level of a

each of the

the table, subconsciously clenched into a fist, anxiously awaiting her

was more nervous now than he had been during his first time attending an invitation to tender

made and which one was prepared by Martha. The presentation of the

evenly matched. Even if a professional food critic were to judge, it would likely be difficult to award

been good at concealing his emotions, but at that moment, upon hearing

asked, “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 overnight. That’s quite

home. She usually ate at the hospital cafeteria, while Josiah would simply get his meals

and didn’t really care. It wasn’t until now that she understood. It wasn’t that he couldn’t learn, but he just didn’t think she

heart that

you enjoy eating pasta, I can ask Martha to teach me how to make them when we get back tonight. However, making pasta might be a bit more challenging compared to cooking other dishes. I

what I meant, I was just speaking off the cuff.”

said earnestly, “It’s okay, I just want you to know that as long as it’s for your benefit, whatever I can do to help, I’m

start over with her.

together in the past. Just a single shared glance would have been enough to discern whether his intentions were genuine