My Dreamy Old Husband

There were far too many people who wanted to see Quinton, so Sophia’s class still had to line up when they visited him. The class representatives had all settled on a timetable, and Sophia’s class would have to wait until tomorrow to visit Quinton. Since it happened to be a Saturday, they needn’t attend class. Everyone agreed to meet Quinton in the afternoon.

Sophia felt that she couldn’t visit him without bringing a gift at the very least. When she got home, she took a look at the pantry and found that they had pretty much everything in there. In particular, they had a ton of eel along with a lot of exotic meats.

Michael had a particular palate and was fond of unusual meats; frogs, eel, and the likes were all his favorites. Sophia was traumatized by her time in the kitchen, so she usually did not dare to step into it. Today, she made a sudden foray into the kitchen but didn’t find anything that she wanted, so she got the butler to call up the farm outside of the city to send two free-range chickens over.

Michael had his own farm out of the city with a huge variety of crops planted there. There were plenty of fish ponds and pig pens, and he even had many other types of livestock living there.

When Saturday came around, Sophia stepped into the kitchen after breakfast.

At long last, she had stepped into the kitchen!

Michael would always be informed of every single thing while he was abroad, even the most mundane matters like Sophia getting her period. Maria would have to immediately report it all.

Michael opened the CCTV feed in his house while abroad. Just as Maria had reported, he saw Sophia entering the kitchen as she began to prep the chickens by boiling some water before she slaughtered them solemnly. She then got around to plucking them and washing the poultry.

Was she going to cook them? Who was she cooking for? Why did she suddenly think of cooking some chicken today?

Michael never saw her enter the kitchen while they were home; yet, here she was today!

Feeling immensely threatened by this thousands of miles away, Michael phoned Nathan in a haste.

“Your mom is cooking something for another kid!”

Nathan, who was in the midst of gaming, felt immensely threatened by this piece of information. Rushing into the kitchen to check on Sophia, he saw that she had already cleaned the chickens after slaughtering them, tossing the meat into a clay pot along with a bunch of other ingredients. She set it to a high boil before turning it down to a low simmer.

Sophia couldn’t be bothered to make instant noodles on a regular day; why was she stewing chicken now?

Nathan frowned. He thought that things weren’t as simple as it seemed on the surface, so he would have to continue observing the situation.

watched the stove. After reading for a while, she picked up her tablet and logged into Skype. Taylor’s fan group had been very active today; fans in the group had

‘It’s going to be Taylor’s birthday in a few more

as we’re able to.

month’s worth of advertisements at public transport spaces; fans who weren’t as well-off wanted to give him handmade crafts

Michael’s birthday soon? It seemed like there were a few more days to

him

know what to get

know whether he

contributed monetarily most of the time, such as the time she donated some money to help change

immediately looked up recent movie screenings in the cinemas. Michael’s films were still in theaters, so she

don’t have much to give, so I booked out ten showings. I’ve handed the tickets over to the

into a frenzy, their heads spinning

The moderators were hardcore Taylor fans who had been following him for years now; they were all willing and eager to organize events for him without getting paid. Even though it was highly likely that Taylor didn’t even

While she knew that she and

other fans who didn’t have money to spare had no choice but to get him

a watercolor painting for Taylor. It’s a

a fan

sang something

off the gifts they had prepared for Taylor. She sat there blankly for a while before rushing upstairs, taking out a fountain pen and a stack of writing paper. Then, she spread the items on the table and whipped out a bottle of blue ink that smelled of sandalwood. After some deep thought,

who took her studies seriously, Sophia’s penmanship was great. Elegant cursive letters looped themselves neatly on the paper in a straight line; as neat as her writing was, it could be mistaken for a machine printed

zipped across the paper. Soon, she filled out an entire

hand to her cheek. She looked at the purple wisteria creeping up outside the window and suddenly giggled to herself. Her face flushed a gentle pink as

as he watched her write, and an ominous sense of foreboding welled up within him. He immediately caught sight of one of the neatly written lines which

the room in fear and quickly typed up

a love

stared blankly at