Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 822

Wendy had arrived home half an hour before Larissa, By now, she was already in her loungewear and watching TV, slouching on the sola. In her arms, she held a bag of potato chips that they bought from the supermarket last night.

In comparison to Kevan who was busy in the kitchen, she seemed very relaxed.

Approaching Wendy with Lewis‘ and Marilyn’s coals, Larissa kicked her under the coffee table. She hissed with displeasure, “Can’t you go and help out?”

Wendy winced in pain and withdrew her leg. She glared at Larissa and said through gritted teeth. “It’s not like I can be of any help! Mr. Rogers came over early in the afternoon to wash the vegetables and prepare the seafood. Tell me, what else can I do?”

Hearing this, Larissa glanced at the kitchen with a puzzled expression. “Then why is he still in the kitchen?”

Wendy cestured towards Aster with her chin. Ask your scr

gaze on Aster, who replied proudly, “Daddy is mading pretzels

Larissa furrowed her brows. “Why did he suddenly decide

around with random things. Aster hadn’t tried pretzels before, so he was very interested. Mr. Rogers said he would make it so that Aster could

fried pretzels at home before this, so she found it

have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink. We have water and soda. What would you like?”

replied simultaneously, “Water would do.”

head immediately. Larissa noticed her reaction and

scattered on the countertop. Several long pieces of dough were neatly arranged on it. Kevan was standing at the frying pan with an apron around his neck. The sleeves ofhis shirt were wrapped tightly with cling wrap as he deep fried the pretzels in

golden brown, Kevan scooped out

towels.

Larissa swallowed her salva and watched as Kevan twisted the dough into pretzels and put them in the

boiling of emitted a sizzling sound as numerous bubbles

took a step back. Picking up a cooled pretzel from the plate, he tore off a small piece and brought it to