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.

their usual dinner

wrinkled his face. He glanced at the steak and prawns before turning

asked her to change the menu. He would

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

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

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 had spent so much time getting him out of

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

thinking for a moment. He locked al Kevan’s genuine

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

into pieces.

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

felt overwhelmed with pride. This man was skilled, and

dropped, and the brightness in

shilt in Aster’s mocd. He set down