His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 880

Niamh let out a wry smile. Her nose twitched, catching the fragrant scent of chili. “What did you make?” she asked, curious.

“A spicy noodle bowl,” Jonathan replied with a hint of pride.

“Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were planning a career change to become a chef.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Jonathan shook his head.

“No. I’m not interested in cooking for other people.”

The statement was classic Jonathan. Niamh was already starving, and she drifted toward the dining table. She saw that there was much more than just a spicy noodle bowl. There was also savory shrimp porridge, meatloaf, and grilled salmon.

“That’s quite a feast for breakfast!”

“It’s already noon… and you can’t just eat spicy noodles,” he replied.

Looking at the rich, nutritious spread he had prepared just for her, Niamh knew his earlier statement was incomplete. He wasn’t interested in cooking for other people—but she was the exception. Niamh’s fingers curled slightly.

“Did you make the spicy noodle bowl to compete with the diner from yesterday?” she asked, pulling out a chair.

“No,” Jonathan shook his head. “I just saw that you didn’t get your fill yesterday, so I made some for you.”

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