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.

would be their usual dinner whenever she returned

tired of them.” Aster wrinkled his face. He glanced at the

her to change the menu. He would

And Daddy had said he would try to fulfill any request he

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

it was too cold outside. He didn’t want

looking Aster in the eyes. He proposed. “I

head, thinking for a moment. He locked al Kevan’s

sel them aside to marinate. Also, he deveined the shrimp, peeled, and cut the sweet potatoes into chunks. Then he prepared the

into pieces.

stool. He sat 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 slowly, and the shapes and sizes of the ingredients often varied. unlike

with pride. This man was skilled, and he was his

dropped, and the brightness in his

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