She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 577

Chapter 577: That Position Belonged to Him

The pink apron, which was almost torn apart by two people, ended up being worn by Benson. It must be said that he had a delicate and handsome appearance, even wearing such a girlish apron didn't look out of place.

His shoulder-length hair was tied up and hung down behind him.

Although he couldn't see, Benson was adept and skillful in the kitchen, handling everything with ease.

In comparison, the two people on his left and right stood like stiff mountains, staring at Benson's cooking figure with wide eyes.

After washing the tomatoes, he held one tomato in one hand and a small knife in the other.

After slicing the tomatoes, he reached into the bowl and felt for the egg, tapping it against the edge of the bowl.

Crack.

The egg cracked.

Kelvin and Gordon felt their hearts shatter as well.

Kelvin had just wanted to show off in front of Cheyenne, only to be overshadowed by someone who couldn't even cook.

How despicable!

In his ears, he could hear the sound of a casual and warm conversation, which irritated the hidden flames of jealousy in Kelvin, almost causing them to burst out.

"Cheyenne, where's the oil?"

"It's on the second cupboard to your left. I'll get it for you."

"Okay, thanks, Cheyenne."

"No problem, Benson. What are you cooking? It smells so good; I'm already salivating just from the aroma."

"You little glutton. You can eat it soon. I'm making tomato and egg over noodles. If your fridge wasn't empty, I could have made a stir-fried dish for you."

Cheyenne smiled and nodded, her eyes narrowing like a crescent moon.

Even though she had to get up early for work at the hospital, there was one advantage-she didn't have to worry about meals.

Gordon stood behind Benson, arms crossed, looking at the blind man with newfound admiration.

Being able to live independently despite physical disabilities and learning to cook was already quite remarkable.

Looking at his hands again, fair and slender, they were truly as beautiful as carved jade.

Miss Lawrence mentioned that her friend was a renowned musician.

When Gordon saw Benson cutting the tomatoes with his precious hands, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of agony for him.

For musicians, their hands are their life.

When his gaze inadvertently fell upon the scar on Benson's finger, Gordon's heart skipped a beat, unable to resist stealing a few more glances.

Although the scar had become faint, almost indiscernible, it was a neat mark as if inflicted by a sharp blade.

But upon further thought, perhaps he accidentally injured himself while learning to cook.

After all, cooking was such a difficult task for a blind person.

Sizzle.

Once the oil reached the right temperature, Benson immediately poured in the beaten eggs, filling the kitchen with the aroma of eggs.

Cheyenne closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her cravings almost overwhelming.

Benson held a wooden spatula and stirred the eggs in the frying pan, explaining the cooking process and techniques with a calm and elegant voice, reminiscent of a cello.

"Cheyenne, you see. After pouring in the eggs, stir for about half a minute, then take it out. Add the tomatoes, which will take a bit longer, and stir-fry on high heat until they release their juice. Then add the previously cooked eggs, mix them together, and add a little water to thicken the sauce."

As he explained the process, everyone else was learning with exceptional seriousness.

In Kelvin's deep-set eyes, a glimmer of light flashed by swiftly. So, it was that simple.

He had thought cooking was much more difficult.