NovelEnglish"It's my first time," Wilfred said.
Nina raised an eyebrow. "Not bad for a first attempt. Let's see if you have a natural talent." Half an hour later, Wilfred emerged from the kitchen. There was no smell of smoke, which meant he had not blown up the kitchen. But when he set the dishes on the table, Nina was taken aback.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe stared at Wilfred in horror.
Wilfred, sensing her confusion, calmly explained, "This is chicken heart, and this is chicken liver... both are internal organs. This part is the chicken breast, and the legs have the most tender meat..." Listening to Wilfred's descriptions felt like a lesson in anatomy rather than a meal. She could almost picture Wilfred performing a dissection on the chicken while cooking. Instead of feeling hungry, she felt nauseous.
Seeing Nina not touching the food, Wilfred asked, "What's wrong? Does it not look appetizing? I tried to keep it all intact." "It's not that..." Nina replied. "You didn't have to keep it so intact. Do you have anything else?" "I do. I made spotato chips for you," Wilfred said. He had sleftover potatoes and, not wanting to waste them, had mashed them and baked them in the oven.
Nina felt relieved. "I'll have the potato chips. I've been craving them." "Alright." Wilfred quickly went to the oven to retrieve the chips. When he brought them out, he looked a bit dejected. The chips were burnt to a crisp.
"I'm sorry, I followed the instructions exactly, but they still burned." Wilfred had stuck to the cooking times strictly, but it had not worked out. It seemed the instructions were wrong. Nina was astonished that someone could be this bad at cooking.
"These are pretty good," Wilfred said, cutting a piece of chicken liver and tasting it. "It's not tough, melts in your mouth. The timing was e perfect.", He seemed completely unaware of how unappetizing it all looked to her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNina could not help but laugh. "Wilfred, you really don't belong in a kitchen." Wilfred was puzzled. "What do you mean? Didn't I cook it well? I kept the chicken moist. It shouldn't be bad." He was confident in his cooking, but Nina said, "It looks like an operating table, with all the organs laid out. It's hard to have an appetite. Your skills are better suited for dissections than cooking." Wilfred realized his mistake and put down his utensils. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice." "It's okay," Nina said. "We can just order takeout." help back. "I'm glad Seeing Smile Wilfred could not not at my cooking. Seeing t smile is a blessing."
"Well, you'll seesmiling a lot more often. I hope your life will be filled with blessing's, "Nina continued to smile.
She knew Wilfred's life had been tough, and she wanted to bring m positivity to it even if it was just through a smile.
Wilfred's eyes softened with happiness. Spending twith her always brought him joy, even if it was just sharing a meal. However...
A drop of blood fell onto the plate.
Wilfred's expression changed as he went to wipe it away, but Nina noticed. "Wait!" She quickly grabbed his hand.
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