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

face. He glanced at the steak and prawns before

to

said he would try to

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

know where the supermarket was. Besides, it was too cold outside. He didn’t

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

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

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

into pieces.

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.

with pride. This

and the brightness in

mocd. He set down the