Married at First Sight

Chapter 696

Zachary appeared rather delighted as he strolled down the stairs. Anyone near him right now could hear that he was humming to a tune.

It had been a while since they got married, but Zachary was no longer just Serenity’s husband by name.

He took strides into the kitchen and grabbed the apron hanging off the door. Zachary put on the apron and opened the fridge to check for ingredients. He took out a few ingredients for the dishes he planned to make.

First things first, Zachary wanted to make a broth suitable for women after their first time.

He got the ingredients ready and dumped them in a slow cooker set on high. He then went on to prepare the next dish.

After much thought, he gave Sam a call. With the line connected, Zachary instructed, “Sam, deliver some live shrimp over. I don’t see any fresh seafood in the fridge.”

The other dishes did not matter as Serenity’s favorite was shrimp. It was a must- have.

“Have you and the missus had dinner yet?”

Sam felt bad. “You should’ve asked Mrs. Lane to prepare your dinner in advance.”

later. I wasn’t

I’ll send someone to deliver the live shrimp. It should take

that. Shrimp was easy to cook as it only took seconds. He could start on the other

Great Mr. York cooked in the kitchen. While humming a song, he prepared the ingredients and cooked a few

never felt so thankful for his nana as he was right

families. At the request of Nana, Zachary, his brothers, and his cousins learned their way around

them to become chefs and win their wives‘ hearts through their stomachs. The women would not be able to leave

kitchen while Serenity lay in the bathroom. The hot bath relaxed her aching body.

Ring, ring, ring…

phone that was put aside rang.

was her sister.

took the call.

and Zachary home? I was busy and only saw your message now.

back in the afternoon. Have you had dinner, Liberty? Where’s Sonny? I miss him.”

smile, “I’m carrying Sonny on my back. I haven’t had dinner. I just got back from the shop. I bought groceries, and I’m almost home. I’ll cook

Mrs. Lane?”