The next day.
As if she had smelled the scent of food in her sleep, Minerva touched her stomach and turned over.
As she went to the banquet the previous night, she had not eaten anything.
When she came back, she only had a bowl of cereal before she headed to sleep with Beanie. She was really hungry that moment. Perhaps, that was why she smelled the aroma of food.
Minerva thought about it and looked at the sunlight outside the window. After taking out her phone and looking at the time, she realized that Beanie, who had been sleeping beside her the night before, had disappeared.
After being in a daze for a moment, Minerva changed her clothes and went downstairs. She noticed that there was food on the table.
Her first thought was, "Is Vera back?"
When she walked to the kitchen door, she saw a small figure standing on a stool. The figure was stretching out his small hand, struggling to reach for the things in the cabinet.
Minerva's expression changed ever so slightly when she saw this scene. However, she did not make a sound. She only let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Beanie had managed to take the item.
"What were you doing just now?"
Upon hearing Minerva's voice, Beanie was startled. He blinked his dark eyes and said innocently, "Mommy, I was cooking just now."
"You were cooking?" Minerva frowned. "When did you learn how to cook? Do you know how dangerous it is? You were standing so high up. What if you fell down?"
Only God knew that Minerva's heart was about to jump out of her throat when she saw him standing on the chair, trying to reach for something. She was afraid that he would fall down if he was careless.
However, no matter how nervous and afraid she was, she didn't dare to shout at him. She was afraid that if she did so, he would be frightened.
"Don't worry. I will be extremely careful. I won't fall down!"
He emphasized it to Minerva in a serious manner. Then, he stepped forward and placed the plates and cutleries on the table. He turned around and said to Minerva, "Mommy, come and have breakfast."
Minerva's head ached because of his actions. She stood rooted to the spot and did not want to move.
When Beanie noticed that she was just standing there, he had no choice but to come over and hold her hand. However, he couldn't pull Minerva, thus he said softly, "I know it's my fault. I won't stand so high up next time."
"There's a next time?" Minerva narrowed her eyes.
Beanie quickly changed his words, "There won't be a next time. Mommy, I made breakfast. Are you not going to eat it? It will be cold if you stay here any longer."
Minerva was speechless.
At this point, Minerva's heart softened.
Yes, this was the breakfast that her darling son had prepared for her. How could she not eat it? Wouldn't that be a waste?
Noticing that Minerva's expression had relaxed a little, Beanie quickly pulled her to the dining table and sat down.
The two of them sat together. Minerva then glanced at the breakfast in front of her.
In fact, it was just a very simple breakfast. It was just a fried egg on toast and milk.
As Vera was very good at cooking, they had proper utensils at home.
Minerva pursed her lips, picked up the egg on toast and took a bite. She realized that the egg was cooked perfectly and it was delicious.
She was surprised. She then glanced at Beanie, who was looking at her expectantly.
"How is it?"
His eyes were full of expectation, as if he was waiting for her compliment.
She wasn't stingy with the praises for her son. Minerva nodded and smiled. "It's much better than what I expected."
"Thank you! Eat more. If you like it, I can make it for you every day."
Minerva was speechless.
Suddenly, she felt that the egg she had eaten was not too tender. Hence, she thought about it and asked softly, "Beanie, when did you learn how to cook this?"
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