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

questioning gaze on Aster, who replied proudly, “Daddy is mading pretzels for me!”

Larissa furrowed her brows. “Why did he

epidemic spreading in Caldor, everyone was stuck at home playing 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

before this, so

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

Marilyn replied simultaneously, “Water

lowered her head immediately. Larissa noticed her reaction and suppressed a smile, but

neatly arranged on it. Kevan was standing at the frying pan

Kevan scooped out the filed pretzels and lined them on a plate with

towels.

Larissa swallowed her salva and watched as Kevan twisted the dough

boiling of emitted a sizzling sound as numerous

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