Chapter 622


    Kevan had always been a good cook. But due to his busy schedule, he didn’t get many chances to


    cook.


    Kevan unbuttoned his cults and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms. He also took off his


    wristwatch and ced it on the coffee table in the living room.


    Wendy was always concerned about the hygiene cloutside food. So, she would make dinner for Aster


    every day, no matter how busy or


    tired she was. As a result, Kevan found the ingredients she had yet to use up from the fridge.


    Yet, when Kevan took out the steak andrge prawns from the freezer. Aster immediately showed a


    disappointed face.


    “I don’t want steak or prawns for dinner,” he expressed his opinion.


    Wendy’s home–cocked meals were limited. She would usually try by the steak a


    and prawns in butter and sprinkle some ck pepper on them.


    This would be their usual dinner whenever she returned homete.


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    “I’m tired of them.” Aster wrinkled his face. He nced at the steak and prawns before turning away,


    He understood his godmother’s situation. So, he never asked her to change the menu. He would


    always eat both dishes.


    But today, Duddy was linally here. And Daddy had said he would try to fulfill any request he made.


    Kevan searched the fridge for quite a while. But aside from the steak and prawns. there were only a


    few sweet potatoes and tomatoes lett. Wendy bought these for her diet meals.


    Kevan wasn’t familiar with the area around the ce. Thus, he didn’t know where the supermarket


    was. Besides, it was too cold outside. He didn’t want to take Aster out again after they had spent so


    much time getting him out of his winter gear.


    “Til try a different approach.” Kevan said, bending down and looking Aster in the eyes. He proposed. “I


    promise it taste better than what your godmother makes. How does that sound?”


    Aster tilted his head, thinking for a moment. He locked al Kevan’s genuine expression and replied.


    “Okay.”


    Kevan cut the steak into small pieces, skewering them with toothpicks. Then, he seasoned them with


    cumin and other spices. He sel them aside to marinate. Also, he deveined the shrimp, peeled, and cut


    the sweet potatoes into chunks. Then he prepared the tomatoes by


    cutting them into pieces.


    Aster brought a small stool. He sat at the kitchen doorway. He propped up his face with both hands,


    watching Kevan’s Iuld movements in awe. Wendy also used a knife when cooking. But she tended to


    cut things slowly, and the shapes and sizes of the ingredients often varied. unlike Kevar’s precision.


    At that moment Aster felt overwhelmed with pride. This man was skilled, and he was his daddy.


    However, not long after. Aster’s spirits dropped, and the brightness in his eyesded.


    Kevan immediately sensed the shilt in Aster’s mocd. He set down the knife and waked over, squatting


    in front of Aster.


    “What’s wrong” He gently tousled Aster’s hat, showing genuine care and concern in his every gesture.


    Aster looked at him, hesitated to speak, and then swallowed his words.


    “It’s nothing.” He shook his head, but his voice exuded disappointment and sadness.


    Kevan held Asler’s chin, making sure their eyes mel. ‘Remember, you can tell me anything.”


    s, his words didn’t have the desired effect. Instead, Aster mped his lips even lighter, and lears


    began to well up in his eyes.


    Kevan felt a moment of panic. He quickly embraced Aster and settled him on hisp.


    “Aster?” he asked gently. He had always had a good rtionship with Aster, and he had never said


    anything to make him cry. He was unsure of how to handle the situation.