My Waste Husband novel Chapter 163

The night was quiet, and the wind blew the leaves of green trees in the courtyard, making a rustling sound.

Lying on the bed, Sylvia found that her heart, which was a little uneasy, had completely calmed down after Henry returned home. She hadn't felt this calm in a long time.

On this night, Sylvia slept very well.

Early in the morning, Sylvia was in a daze. She felt a strong aroma, which made her unable to close her eyes again.

The woman's eyes were blurred, and her little nose sniffed cutely first, trying to figure out where the aroma came from.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she opened the door, only to find that Henry did not practice boxing, nor did he clean up the room, but was doing something in the kitchen.

The aroma came from the kitchen.

Henry was wearing a sky blue pair of jeans. The top two buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned. His chest muscles were well-proportioned, and his sleeves were rolled up. He was lowering his head, and a plate of exquisite pastries was placed carefully.

A braised fish and a piece of braised pork ribs were cooking in the pot, which was the source of this beautiful aroma.

Smelling the fragrance of the pot, plus seeing the exquisite pastry in Henry's hand, Sylvia, who had just got up, growled.

"You are up? This is the breakfast prepared for you." Henry picked up the exquisite pastry and said, "The mango souffle tastes delicious and will melt in your mouth. It's neither warm nor heavy. It's most suitable to be breakfast."

A delicate souffle was placed in front of Sylvia. Looking at its soft appearance, it seemed that as long as she touched it, the jam in the cake would burst out.

As soon as she saw the delicious food, Sylvia's inner foodie was unconsciously exposed. She didn't even have time to brush her teeth. She first used a fork to carefully take a piece and put it into the mouth. The souffle gave people a warm feeling. Without chewing, it would naturally melt in the mouth. For a time, the smell of mango and the milk fragrance of the cake filled the whole mouth, making endless aftertaste.

Sylvia couldn't wait to dig out another piece of souffle and put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and slowly enjoyed the delicious taste in her mouth.

"Come on, there's also a ham sandwich. It tastes better combined." Henry smiled and took a small sandwich and a glass of milk. He put them on the table in front of Sylvia, turned around, and went to the kitchen to do his work.

Sylvia was eating breakfast and looking at the back of the man. She actually felt a sense of happiness. It was probably the dream of every woman to have such a husband who was good at cooking, smart, and diligent.

After finishing the breakfast that Henry had specially prepared, Sylvia was still unsatisfied. She licked her lips cutely and went to the kitchen door. She stared at the two pots that were cooking fish and ribs with big eyes and asked, "Henry, what are these two dishes?"

"Two dishes for others." Henry smiled and said, "I haven't cooked for a long time. I don't know how much my cooking skills have regressed. After you finish eating, go wash up."

As Henry spoke, he put his braised fish and ribs out of the pot. For a moment, the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma.