Chapter 822


    Chapter 822


    Wendy had arrived home half an hour before Larissa, By now, she was already in her loungewear and


    watching TV, slouching on the s. In her arms, she held a bag of potato chips that they bought from


    the supermarketst night.


    Inparison to Kevan who was busy in the kitchen, she seemed very rxed.


    Approaching Wendy with Lewis‘ and Marilyn’s coals, Larissa kicked her under the coffee table. She


    hissed with displeasure, “Can’t you go and help out?”


    Wendy winced in pain and withdrew her leg. She red at Larissa and said through gritted teeth. “It’s


    not like I can be of any help! Mr. Rogers came over early in the afternoon to wash the vegetables and


    prepare the seafood. Tell me, what else can I do?”


    Hearing this, Larissa nced at the kitchen with a puzzled expression. “Then why is he still in the


    kitchen?”


    Wendy cestured towards Aster with her chin. Ask your scr


    Larissa lured her questioning gaze on Aster, who replied proudly, “Daddy is mading pretzels for me!”


    “Pretzels?” Larissa furrowed her brows. “Why did he suddenly decide to fry pretzels?


    Wendy waved her phone. “Your son saw that on Instagram! Since there was an epidemic spreading in


    Caldor, everyone was stuck at home ying around with random things. Aster hadn’t tried pretzels


    before, so he was very interested. Mr. Rogers said he would make it so that Aster could try it for


    himself.”


    Larissa had not personally fried pretzels at home before this, so she found it novel as well.


    “Both of you have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink. We have water and soda. What would you


    like?” Larissa molioned to Lewis and Marilyn.


    Lewis and Marilyn replied simultaneously, “Water would do.”


    They exchanged surprised looks after that. Marilyn blushed and lowered her head immediately. Larissa


    noticed her reaction and suppressed a smile, but she didn’t call her out


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    Ayer of four was scattered on the countertop. Several long pieces of dough were neatly arranged on


    it. Kevan was standing at the frying pan with an apron around his neck. The sleeves ofhis shirt were


    wrapped tightly with cling wrap as he deep fried the pretzels in hot oil


    When the surface of the pretzels had turned golden brown, Kevan scooped out the filed pretzels and


    lined them on a te with paper


    towels.


    “That smells amazing.” Larissa swallowed her salva and watched as Kevan twisted the dough into


    pretzels and put them in the frying pan.


    The boiling of emitted a sizzling sound as numerous bubbles were formed.


    Kevan took a step back. Picking up a cooled pretzel from the te, he tore off a small piece and


    brought it to Larissa’s mouth.


    Looking at her expectantly, he said, “Give it a try.”


    He was like a student waiting for his teacher’s approval.


    The crispy texture in her mouth made Larissa exim. “This is delicious!”


    Since going abroad and the few months she was in Calder, this was the first time she tasted such


    delicious pretzels.


    Kevan breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s my first time making them. I was worried they wouldn’t turn out


    well”


    In Larissa’s eyes, his self–deprecatingment seemed to be uncalled for. She pursed her Ips and


    suppressed the sarcasm on the tip of her tongue.


    Inexplicably, she reached out for another bite of the pretzels.


    s, Kevan intercepted her before she managed to get one.