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

glanced at the steak and prawns before

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

Daddy had said he would try

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

the area around the place. Thus, he didn’t know where the supermarket was. Besides, it was too cold outside. He didn’t want to take Aster out again after they

looking Aster in the eyes. He proposed. “I promise it taste better than what your godmother makes. How does that sound?”

his head, thinking for a moment. He locked

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

them into pieces.

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

Aster felt overwhelmed with pride. This man

Aster’s spirits dropped, and the brightness in

in Aster’s mocd. He set down the knife