Next One Is a Babe

Chapter 1201

All Logan could hear was the sounds coming from the kitchen—the washing and cutting of vegetables, followed by the sizzling of oil, and then, the frying of vegetables. All these sounds were ordinary, yet he found them incredibly remarkable at this time, so he couldn’t help getting up and ambling to the kitchen door.

He stood by the door and stared at Lola. The kitchen was small, and she was bustling about with an apron around her waist and her hair tied back casually. This had him falling into a trance, and it was as though he could see their lives a few decades later. It was something he’d never thought before, but he now yearned for it.

After some time, he went in. Assuming that he was coming in to help, Lola declared without even raising her head, “I’m about to be done here, so go out and wait for a while.”

However, Logan said nothing, merely going over to her and hugging her from behind. All at once, Lola froze, her eyes bugging out of her head. Lifting a hand, Logan grasped the hand in which she held the spatula and gently tossed the vegetables in the pan. “They’ll burn in a while.”

Inhaling deeply, Lola abruptly lifted her leg and stomped on his foot. “Get out, you scoundrel! Else, you won’t be allowed to eat later. It’s already hot here since I’m frying vegetables, yet you’re plastering yourself against me. Scram!”

Logan hissed in pain. This woman doesn’t know how to flirt at all! Pressing his lips into a tight line, he reluctantly dropped his hands. Then, he spun around and went out. My status is getting increasingly lower.

Two days ago, Lola said that she wanted to rear a goldfish, whereupon he immediately jumped out and nixed it. Considering his import to her now, he knew that if she reared a fish, the fish would definitely enjoy a higher status than him. Thus, he could never allow any other living creature in her house. However, Lola ignored him entirely, stating outright that his veto was useless. Well, that was the kind of treatment to be expected when one’s status was low.

Returning to the sofa, Logan sat down, his gaze fixed on the television as he hugged a cushion though his ears remained attuned to the sounds from the kitchen.

Lola cooked two dishes and a soup. When she was done, it was pitch dark outside. As she carried the dishes out, she called out, “Okay, the food is ready.” After all the work I’ve done, I’m famished!

Logan hurried over to help scoop the rice. He’d tried her cooking before, and perhaps it was because he was looking at her through rose-colored glasses, but he indeed felt that her cooking was far more delicious than the restaurants out there.

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