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.

be their usual dinner whenever she returned home

Aster wrinkled his face. He glanced

asked her to change the menu. He would always eat both

here. And Daddy had said

aside from the steak and prawns. there were only a few sweet potatoes and tomatoes lett.

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

in the eyes. He

a moment. He locked al

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, peeled, and

into

at the kitchen 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

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

dropped, and

down the knife and waked over, squatting in front