One Night Surprise

Chapter 44 Don’t Be a Sore Loser

Without another word, Courtney pushed Alexander into the kitchen.

“You really should spend more time with Jordan. Look how happy he is playing with Tina! I also heard from the maids who take care of him that he has never been so happy before—that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Alexander felt a pang of guilt as he listened to Courtney’s words and was taken aback when an apron was shoved into his hands. “Put this on so that the flour won’t get on your clothes.”

His eyes slightly twitched as he stared at the pink apron in his hands. He was about to say something when Courtney urged, “Why are you still standing there? Go and wash your hands. It’s already 5.00PM, and the kids will die of hunger if we don’t cook dinner soon.”

He actually listened to her as he silently put on the apron and washed his hands. With that, Alexander began learning how to make noodles under Courtney’s instructions.

“When we make our own cookies, a simple round or square shaped cookie is usually fine. However, kids don’t focus on flavor—they like the appearance of the food more than how it tastes. When we’re making cookies, we can use molds or our hands to pinch the dough into various animal shapes.”

Courtney demonstrated and squeezed the dough on the oven paper. “Look, this is the shape of a small duck, but don’t make it too fat—it’ll expand on its own after you put it in the oven.”

Courtney looked very serious when she was teaching as she stared at her oven paper. Shortly after that, various animals appeared on the baking tray.

Alexander looked at her as he stood on the side and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

All of a sudden, he found her very interesting; she was far more interesting than all the women he had met before.

Courtney was not vain and pretentious; not only was she capable at work and at home, she was also kind and brave. She was simple, direct, and also very patient when it came to dealing with the children.

why don’t you consider making my mommy your

taken as a child’s joke suddenly turned up in his head. Alexander’s hand trembled and

fit of giggles and said bluntly, “President Duncan, we’re lucky that this dough is beige in color. Otherwise, no one would want to eat

He impatiently threw

gloating look. “All right, it’s not like we can’t save it—I think there’s

cranberries and placed it on the ‘poop’ shaped cookie before using a toothpick to lengthen the end

looks like

salvaged ‘snake’ shape—its eyes made from cranberries radiated a playful shine as the ‘snake’ curled lazily on

a while as his eyes unconsciously moved to Courtney’s

the little boy took the initiative to eat by himself. Feeding Jordan had always been a difficult task because he would rather not eat than let others feed him; even if he was

eat by yourself, Jordan?” Alexander couldn’t help but

know how?” Courtney raised her voice. “Jordan knows a lot

disdain, seeming as

food in Jordan’s bowl as he said gently, “I’m the one who hasn’t been paying enough attention to you. You should eat

leave after the meal, but Tina

a game called ‘Tank Battle’ on it,

five minutes into the first round as Alexander occupied all of their territories and ended the

played it very frequently since it’s your family’s game machine. We’re all new to this game, so this is

too.” Alexander

soon as he heard that, Jordan kicked Alexander with frustration and jumped around angrily—no one knew what he

and asked, “Am I considered bad if I win? Jordan, that’s not logical—you can’t be a sore loser when you