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

Aster, who replied proudly, “Daddy is mading

brows. “Why did he suddenly decide to

an epidemic spreading in Caldor, everyone was stuck at home playing around with random

personally fried pretzels at home before this, so she found

get you something to drink. We have water and soda. What

Marilyn replied simultaneously,

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

at the frying pan with an apron around his neck.

the pretzels had turned golden brown, Kevan scooped out the

towels.

Kevan twisted the dough into

boiling of emitted a sizzling sound as numerous bubbles

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