NovelEnglishChapter 1289
She tasted it, it was appetizing and delicious, just like the porridge he prepared so carefully yesterday. It looks simple, but in fact it
takes tand ingredients.
Originally, in the past two days, she had little appetite, but eating his cooking, feeling much better appetite.
Just...
She suddenly said, "Let's eat out for lunch today."
Luther froze and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong? My cooking is not good?"
Anderson immediately took over a sentence, "Daddy's cooking can be delicious, compared to mommy's, no less than ."
Joyce shook her head, "No. It's delicious. It's just that | went to visit the kindergarten in the morning, and I'm sure I'll be late, and
then I'll be back ..."
She suddenly didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say.
Anderson, a man of the people, took one look at Mommy, then at the kitchen, then at Luther, and then it was like he suddenly
understood something.
He sat a little closer to Luther.
The slithering eyes turned, "Daddy, Mommy actually is heartbroken for you ."
Luther looked at Anderson suspiciously.
"Daddy, mommy is thinking that it's too hard for you to cook, she feels sorry for you. That's why she proposed to go out to eat at
noon ."
Anderson hit the nail on the head.
Joyce instantly stiffened.
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was thinking that Luther cut his hand yesterday and got up early this morning to make breakfast. The main thing is that he is not
just coping with cooking, spending too much thought and putting effort into every single dish.
Although she did not say it, but sinexplicable heartache.
Luther turned his eyes to look at Joyce, "Really?"
She was poked by Anderson, she was a little embarrassed on the spot, "Ahem, not at all, | just suddenly wanted to eat hot pot at
noon."
She cleared her throat and unnaturally averted her eyes.
Her non-normal expression is tantamount to not hitting herself.
Anderson "hey" laugh, "Mommy do not lie , you are not interested in eating, never suddenly think of what to eat ? You can't use
this excuse, no one will believe it."
Joyce glared at Anderson, brat, constantly betraying her and tearing her down.
Who exactly gave birth to him, did he forget?
Anderson spat out his tongue and made a face towards Joyce.
He slid off the top of the seat, "I'm full, Dad, you make a good breakfast."
After saying that, he ran to the living room in a huff.
Luther suddenly shook Joyce's hand, "Really? Is Andres right?"
He was inwardly delighted, but did not dare to show it excessively.
The knowledge that she had always cared for him was extraordinarily comforting to him.
Joyce gave him a cold cross look, "Don't believe it, it's not. | just suddenly want to eat hot pot. What, no? Are you done eating? I'll
go clean up after I'm done, it's tto go out."
She drew back her hand, embarrassed and almost unable to stay.
Luther smiled, and his good-looking eyebrows took on a perfect arc.
She is so cute with her tough mouth.
It kept him warm to the core of his heart.
Knowing that she was thin-skinned, he stopped teasing her, "Okay, let's get ready to go."
Anyway, there is a long future ahead.
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