Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 353

Neil halted and then turned to look at me. "Any problems? I'm making lunch for you."

"Hold your horses!" I voiced out again to stop him. I'll never forget how he almost burned down the kitchen back at Sapphire River Community.

I really didn’t want my apartment to suffer the same fate.

Neil was holding a kitchen knife; his tall figure in my small kitchen seemed quite out of place.

The funniest part was that he was actually wearing my apron, which was obviously too small for him; it looked quite hilarious.

"Come on, get out." I gestured for him to leave.

Neil walked out a bit confused as I took the knife from his hand. "I appreciate your good intentions, but my kitchen can’t handle it. You're not gifted at cooking, so don’t force it. You're just not cut out for it."

Hearing this, Neil seemed to remember his kitchen fire incident, and his face stiffened a bit. He had been successful in many things in his life; he was pretty much a smooth operator in everything, but his cooking was a disaster.

He grumbled, "What if you get pregnant in the future?"

I didn’t get his point and looked at him puzzled.

"It’s said that when a woman is pregnant, it's best if the husband can cook. Whatever she craves, he makes." Neil’s serious face made me even more confused.

I couldn’t help but ask, "Where did you get this information?"

Neil replied, "Mitch sent it to me."

I was speechless for a moment, realizing that I needed to correct his thinking. "If your wife gets pregnant, you don’t need to cook whatever she craves. Isn’t the money you earn meant to solve these problems?"

I felt like I was schooling him.

Neil raised his eyebrow and confidently replied, "Not necessarily. Food cooked with love is filled with affection. It's good for the baby if the expectant mother is happy. The baby will have a better personality."

There was no doubt that Mitch taught him this. Mitch was now a parenting expert, often sharing parenting knowledge with Cooper and Neil.

The image of them discussing parenting experiences instead of their previous playtime was quite comical.

"It’ll be fine; just pay someone to cook." I had to make Neil give up this idea because I had a hunch that his cooking might be problematic. Even if it was not me eating in the future, I couldn’t let others suffer.

My constant refusal seemed to hit Neil hard; he looked disgruntled. He took off the apron, threw it on the couch, and then sat down. "Fine, then, you cook for me. I'm hungry."

Without saying a thing, I picked up the apron, put it back in the kitchen, and then pulled out my phone to order food.

Neil snorted, "Don’t want to cook for me?"

"I have to go to the office in the afternoon, so I don’t want to cook." I explained.

"Don’t give me the silent treatment in the future." Neil completely ignored what I said, deciding to warn me. "Or face the consequences. You're becoming more and more audacious; you’re not taking me seriously, huh?"

I kept my mouth shut, not responding to Neil. He was acting like a petulant puppy.

Since I wasn’t talking, he started talking about the Tibetan Mastiff at Sterling Estates. "Daisy misses you; when will you come see it?"