NovelAppChapter 122 "Mr. Raul, I want to calong too, you wouldn't mind me, would you?" Ray volunteered enthusiastically, raising his hand.
Raul and Henrik naturally had no objections, and the group went shopping for groceries before heading to the Irving residence.
At the Irving residence, Connor was busy in the kitchen.
He washed fruit, cut vegetables and boiled ribs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaul felt a bit embarrassed to have Connor cook on his first visit and made a half-hearted attempt to dissuade him.
"Connor, you should take a seat on the couch. Mary and I can handle this." "It's not appropriate to invite the son-in-law over and then have the father-in-law do all the work. Raul, please, go take a seat. I've got this." Connor's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tanned wrists. He efficiently washed the vegetables and then dried his long hands on the apron. Raut could tell that he was a kitchen expert. His swift and decisive actions showed he was someone who cooked regularly.
Raul was pleased. Being able to cook was an important skill for a man.
Even though they had a housekeeper, a husband's cooking had a different feel to it. Flora had a sensitive stomach, so once Connor married her, he'd need to put effort into their meals.
Raul left with a smile.
In the living room, Henrik sat upright on the sofa with a laptop on his knees. He was sending out meeting documents.
Ray, feeling right at home, picked grapes Connor had washed from the coffee table and ate them one by one. Ray's sweet-talking kept Raul in good spirits. "Hey, Connor, rinse a few apples and bring them out, will you?" Flora kicked him without any courtesy, "Can't you do it yourself?" "Don't be so stingy. He's already in the kitchen, so what's the harm in asking him to wash an apple?" Ray responded righteously, "You are the hosts. I'm a guest. It wouldn't be proper forto go into the kitchen, right Flora?" "Get lost!" Flora, irritated, threw a pillow at him and walked into the kitchen in her slippers.
Connor had just finished washing the apples and placed them on a plate.
Flora took a fruit knife from the knife rack, ready to cut the apples.
Turning around, Connor saw Flora holding the shiny fruit knife and quickly took it from her. "Don't touch that, just go sit down. I've got this." "I can help. I'm not a child. Can't I even hold a fruit knife?" "With me, you are a child, forever." Connor's tone was serious.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe took the fruit knife and began cutting the apples. Soon, he had sliced several apples and plated them.
"Take these out." Flora was still staring at him, so Connor smiled helplessly and handed her the plate.
Flora took the plate and walked back to the living room. After setting the plate down, she cback in.
"It's okay if I can't touch the knife, but I can wash vegetables What else needs to be cleaned? I'll do it.”
"Sorry, my fiancée. In the Stonnell family, it's a tradition not to let шо women enter the kitchen." Connor gently pushed her by the shoulders, "Just go sit down, and I'll be done soon."
Flora simply wrapped her arms around his waist, her tone I om affectionately soft, "Xwon't touch anything. Can I just stay with you?" Her voice was sweet as honey, melting Connor's heart. X
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