Sweet Subterfuge

Kevan had always been a good cook. But due to his busy schedule, he didn’t get many chances to cook.

Kevan unbuttoned his cults and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms. He also took off his wristwatch and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

Wendy was always concerned about the hygiene cloutside food. So, she would make dinner for Aster every day, no matter how busy or

tired she was. As a result, Kevan found the ingredients she had yet to use up from the fridge.

Yet, when Kevan took out the steak and large prawns from the freezer. Aster immediately showed a disappointed face.

“I don’t want steak or prawns for dinner,” he expressed his opinion.

Wendy’s home–cocked meals were limited. She would usually try by the steak a

and prawns in butter and sprinkle some black pepper on them.

usual dinner whenever she returned

them.” Aster wrinkled his face. He glanced at the steak and

godmother’s situation. So, he never asked her to change the menu. He

Duddy was linally here. And Daddy had said he would try to fulfill any

there were only a few sweet potatoes and tomatoes lett. Wendy bought these for her

the area around the place. Thus, he didn’t know where the supermarket was. Besides, it was too cold outside.

down and looking Aster in the eyes. He proposed. “I promise it taste better than what

for a moment. He locked al Kevan’s genuine expression and replied.

into small pieces, skewering them with toothpicks. Then, he seasoned them with cumin and other spices. He sel them aside to marinate. Also, he deveined the shrimp,

into

doorway. He propped up his face with both hands, watching Kevan’s Iuld movements in awe. Wendy also used a knife when cooking. But she tended to cut things slowly, and the

moment Aster felt overwhelmed with pride. This man was skilled, and he was his

after. Aster’s spirits dropped, and

in Aster’s mocd. He set down the knife and waked over, squatting in front of