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

up in his head. Alexander’s hand trembled and squeezed too much dough onto the oven paper as a weird pile of

we’re lucky that this dough is

He impatiently threw down the things in his hand

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

she took out a small cranberry from the bag of cranberries and placed it on the ‘poop’ shaped cookie before using a toothpick to lengthen the end

like a small

as the ‘snake’ curled lazily on the oven paper with its long, thin tail

a while as his eyes unconsciously moved to Courtney’s face—that smug look on her was surprisingly pleasant to

Jordan seemed much happier than usual. Alexander, on the other hand, was amazed that 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

Courtney raised her

glanced at Alexander with disdain, seeming

by Jordan’s gaze, but he finally caved in and put some food in Jordan’s bowl as he

prepared to leave after the meal, but Tina was reluctant

a huge LCD television in Alexander’s living room with a game called ‘Tank Battle’ on it, which

round as Alexander occupied all of

fair. You must have played it very frequently since it’s your family’s game machine. We’re all new to this game,

playing this too.” Alexander said blatantly. “Don’t

he heard that, Jordan kicked Alexander with frustration and jumped around angrily—no one knew what he was saying as he grabbed his drawing board and

gave a wry smile as he stroked Jordan’s head and asked, “Am I considered bad if I win? Jordan, that’s not logical—you can’t be a sore