The Untouchable Ex-Wife

The twins ran happily towards the kitchen, and from then on, Stefan could hear the clanging of kitchen utensils emerging from the kitchen mixed with the sound of children laughing.

Stefan walked around the house as if he was back in his own home. After a while, he headed towards the kitchen and asked the twins, who were mixing a batter. “Do you need any help?”

Abby gazed at Stefan sweetly, her eyes sparkling as brightly as stars in the sky. “Do you know how to cook, Uncle Handsome?”

The sight of Abby made Stefan feel as if his heart was soaked in sugary syrup. He smiled without realizing it, then shook his head and replied, “I never knew how to cook. It’s too trivial and such a waste of time. It’s the kind of thing best left to the servants.”

“But it won’t be the same!” argued Abby. “The servants are not your family members, so the food they make won’t taste as good…”

Abby was a bona fide foodie, so she had high expectations for the food she ate. To her, good food not only had to be tasty, but it also had to be prepared with love, something that servants could not do.

all the food! That was the happiest time for all of us! It’s a pity that you don’t know

his head helplessly and said, “When you put it that way, it sounds like I’m the

Adie as he was creaming butter with the electric mixer. He then suggested, “You can start learning! Q did the same. He was completely useless in the kitchen, but he learned and practiced until he

that it would really cheer his mommy up if he could transform this broken and erratic “machine” into a

and stared at the children with curiosity, commenting, “It looks like both of you like this Mr. Q very much! You’ve been talking about him all evening! What is that man to you… or should I say, what

he’s a million times better than those men who hurt women. Right now, he’s our daddy, and

possible so that his evil daddy would feel ashamed of himself and

of emotions. There was a cryptic smile on his lips as he asked, “So, are you all going to live with this Mr. Q for the rest of your lives? What if one day, you

pouted her pink lips, then earnestly added, “Daddy Q is a good man! He’s the greatest man in the world! No one treats us better than