Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

"Woah, Aunt Susan, you're amazing. That means well get to eat both Kurt's and your cooking in the future!"

"What's the matter? Are you losing interest in my food after eating my cooking for so long?" a certain someone grumbled.

The girl quickly consoled, "Of course not. How can I possibly do that? My Kurt's cooking is the tastiest of all. Come on, let's go wash up now.

She was getting more and more shameless in flaunting her relationship.

Even Susan's face was red as she watched them.

Soon, Ian and Sigrun came out as well. Sigrun was equally delighted to see the scrumptious meal.

"Oh my god, Ms. Susan, you're amazing! You've actually made so much delicious food!"

"It's nothing. They're just normal homecooked dishes." Susan quickly shook her head humbly.

However, just as she said that, the girl named Sigrun began studying the breakfast spread.

"I think Ian will like the sandwich and milk. I'll get some condensed milk for you."

With that said, she went to the refrigerator for the condensed milk.

When Susan noticed that, she took out the pot of oatmeal she had prepared earlier from the kitchen and put it in front of Ian.

"He doesn't eat that. He prefers oatmeal. Come, Ian, eat up. These are your favorites. I've even made a plate full of steamed buns for you."

Susan then smiled as she served the dishes.

Sigrun, who was In front of the refrigerator, froze. Then, she turned to look at the two of them.

Ian frowned when he saw the food. He then asked, "These

oatmeal I made most when we were at the University of Pollerton. You'd even

silent, and so

had just come out of the room upstairs, lowered their

he stopped after a few bites. Instead, he took the milk and

living room

it wrongly? We've been staying here with Ian for half a year, and he has never asked me to prepare these for breakfast. He prefers milk

Susan did not speak.

man, who was digging into his breakfast as if nothing was happening around him, in a daze. All of a sudden, a thought entered her mind,

never had anything he liked nor disliked. He ate anything I made for him as long as I'm the one who made it. He has never been picky, and he

kitchen. For a

all these for you early in the morning. How can you be

lecturing

Sigrun did not agree

Vivian, how is he supposed to

"But..."

keep it. I'll eat it

who was sitting at the side, interrupted them. After frowning

and merrily brought the oatmeal back to the

sad anymore. I've taught Ian

was still defending her, she felt even worse-she realized she could

What have I done?

the supermarket, she made a call to Oceanic

of cooking something for them. They said it's been a long time

I'll tell