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

Aster wrinkled his face. He glanced at the steak

situation. So, he never asked her to change the menu. He would always eat both dishes.

Daddy had said he would try to fulfill any

while. But aside from the steak and prawns. there were only a few

too cold outside. He didn’t want to take Aster out again after they

eyes. He proposed. “I promise it taste better

thinking for a moment. He locked al Kevan’s

with toothpicks. Then, he seasoned them with cumin and other spices. He sel them aside to marinate. Also, he deveined the shrimp, peeled, and cut the sweet potatoes into chunks. Then he prepared the tomatoes

them into

both hands, watching Kevan’s Iuld movements in awe. Wendy also used a knife when cooking. But she tended to

felt overwhelmed with pride. This man

dropped, and the

down the knife and waked over, squatting in front of Aster.