"She knows." Henry served a plate of food on the table.
Yvonne began to pout, her tone became strange as she asked, "That means you often cooked for her in the past?"
"No.” Henry turned to look at her. "I've never cooked for anyone else. You're the first one."
"What?" Yvonne was startled. "I'm the first?"
That would mean even the master had not tasted his cooking before?
"That's right, you're the first one." Henry turned his head back. "Didn't I just say that as soon as I came back to take over the company, I neither had the time t o cook, nor did I enjoy cooking.”
"So why are you doing it now?" asked Yvonne curiously, her heart elated.
She had not expected that even Jacqueline, his first love had not even tasted his cooking before.
Did this mean she had won one over her?
"Didn't you say you were hungry?" replied Henry as he cracked two eggs into a bowl.
Yvonne's mouth slightly gaped open as she said, "So you're cooking now solely because of this?" "Partially. I also wanted you to try my cooking, so..." He
suddenly stopped beating the eggs.
Yvonne looked at him. "Is there something else?"
"That time during your birthday, you cooked yourself, a m I right?" asked Henry without answering her question.
Yvonne nodded. "Yes."
"Then cook for me on my next birthday," said Henry." As payback for last time, how about that?"
A dark light flashed through her eyes. "Do you mean to pay back for that meal, or for my birthday?"
"Both," replied Henry.
Yvonne chuckled in a low tone. "You can't have everything in life. If you want to pay back for that meal, that's fine. But if it's for the birthday, it’s already passed. How are you going to pay back for that?"
“Why not?" said Henry as he raised an eyebrow.
Yvonne was slightly surprised as she looked at him.
He walked towards her and patted her head gently. "I haven’t properly celebrated my birthday in a very long time. What if the both of us celebrate my birthday together? We could treat that as your birthday as well."
"How’s that possible? Yvonne twitched her lips.
Henry gently chuckled. "Of course it's possible, only if you want it." "Well... I’m fine with it." Yvonne lowered her head and agreed to his proposal softly.
Henry's lips curved upwards, "Then it's settled. You go ahead and watch some television, I'll call you when food’s ready.”
"I should stay and help you.” As she spoke, she had left the jacket on the sofa in the living room and went back to the kitchen. "What do you need me to do?"
Henry had not intended to ask her to do anything. But seeing that she was so eager to help, he stopped and changed his mind, then passed her a basket of long beans. "Do you know what to do?"
"Don’t underestimate me.” Yvonne took the basket from him and walked to the basin. "Of course I know what to do, it's easy."
"Then I'll leave it to you," replied Henry with a chuckle. He then paid her no attention and focused on his cooking.
Yvonne was silently trimming the basket of beans in her corner and was done with it shortly as there wasn't much.
She thoroughly washed the beans and placed it in another basket and handed it to Henry. After that, she just stood there to watch him cook.
Yvonne was admiring how he was seriously cooking and couldn’t help but feel awestruck at his handsome face she started to drift off in her thoughts.
"What are you thinking?" Henry waved his hand in front of her face to bring her back to reality.
Yvonne let off an awkward cough and replied," Nothing."
"You drifted off without thinking of anything?"
"Really, it's nothing," replied Yvonne insistently.
She felt too embarrassed to tell him the truth about how handsome he was.
"Really now?" Henry stared at her suspiciously. He then picked up a piece of meat he had just cooked and placed it in front of her mouth. "Do you want to try?"
Yvonne couldn't resist the piece of meat that was so fragrant her saliva began to gather in her mouth. She nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes." 1
"Open wide," ordered Henry.
Yvonne listened to him and opened her mouth to welcome the piece of meat.
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