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Chapter 890 Learning To Cook For Her
Chapter 890 Learning To Cook For Her
The lady boss was surprised but then cheerfully said, “Sure, wait outside. I’ll be right there.”
However, Dexter didn’t budge, and his brows furrowed even more. “No, Ma’am. Can I watch you cook?”
The lady boss was surprised, and she forgot to stir the dish.
“Why would you want to learn? You don’t look like someone who would enter the kitchen.”
Indeed, for over twenty years, Dexter had hardly set foot in the kitchen. The few times he did was because of Josie.
He rubbed his nose. “Well, you see, my girlfriend loves this dish, and it’s very important to her. I want to try and learn to make it for her.” Saying this was a bit difficult for him.
If Josie heard him call her his girlfriend, she would surely get angry again.
She loved-getting angry, but he simply couldn’t bear to see her upset.
The lady boss suddenly realized and agreed. She said, “Young man, you’re really thoughtful.”
Even though it was early autumn, the kitchen was still hot with various aromas mixed together. Ten minutes later, Dexter could barely endure standing there anymore.
Sweat started to bead on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
The lady boss taught him step by step, all while observing him. “I saw the two of you sitting together earlier, not saying much. Did you have a fight?”
Dexter recalled what happened that day and felt annoyed. He grunted in response.
He had a good memory. He remembered how the lady boss did everything, how to add seasoning and how much to use, just by looking once.
The lady boss sighed. “Couples always argue. You’re so considerate and good to her, so she’ll understand.”
Understand? Dexter pursed his lips. She never understood me. Still, he asked, “Really?”
“Of course. But it also depends on why you’re arguing. Did you do something wrong? Or did you say something wrong?” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
This question was tricky because it was neither. Dexter rarely spoke so quietly, and he had lost his air of authority. “Does hitting someone count?”
This statement startled the lady boss, and she looked him up and down, utterly bewildered.
“You young man, you look so well-behaved, how can you resort to violence? Girls are delicate, and their parents would be heartbroken if they knew.”
Her words made Dexter’s expression even darker. Josie didn’t have a mother, and her father was missing.
Thinking about it, he began to regret his actions that day, and the pain he felt for her gradually surfaced
“It wasn’t intentional. I was too angry and couldn’t control myself.”
“You can’t do that in the future. If the girl is willing to be with you, she definitely loves you. You have to treat her well, understand? If you no longer like her, then tell her clearly and let her go. You can’t hit people.”
Dexter stared at the food absentmindedly. He had never thought that one day he would be here, listening to a stranger’s lecture. He felt embarrassed to explain that it wasn’t that Josie was willing to stay with him; it was that he had forcibly kept her here.
Didn’t he like her anymore? He had never felt this way before, and he had never thought about letting her
When Dexter came out, Josie had finished eating. She was holding her phone to pay and couldn’t help but taunt him, “Dexter, has a woman ever treated you to a meal in your life?”
He stood on the steps and followed her lead. “Not really.”
“Then I’m the first one.”
“Yes, the first of many things.”
Josie smiled, but her smile faded after a while. At this point, she no longer cared about these trivial details about Dexter.
He could give her something but could also give the same thing to others.