Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 377


    Chapter 377 Your Daddy Is Very Selective About His Food


    “I genuinely thought something important hade up for you today that you forgot to pick up the kids.


    Turns out you were being lovey–dovey with him at home.”


    The man’s tone was incredibly icy and brimmed with resentment.


    Kisa slowly put some distance between herself and Jensen.


    She casually turned to the kitchen entrance and saw Gilbert standing by the door. The expression on


    his face was terrifyingly dark


    Meanwhile, Ada and Andrew stood behind him as they peered at her carefully.


    Kisa ignored his presence and walked past him. She turned to Ada and Andrew, “Have you two eaten?”


    Andrew shook his head.


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    Ada replied, “I want to eat the spaghetti you make.”


    Kisa patted their heads with a smile, “The two of you can go do your homework. I’ll go cook you two


    some spaghetti right this instant.”


    The two children obediently went to the living room to do their homework.


    After Kisa sent the children away, she continued ignoring Gilbert and went back into the kitchen. Then,


    she said to Jensen, “You can continue kneading the dough. I’ll go make the kids some spaghetti.”


    Jensen nodded with a smile. When his gaze fell on Gilbert, a mixture of emotions shed across his


    eyes.


    He picked up the dough and motioned it at Gilbert with a smile, “Don’t get it wrong. Kisa and I are just


    making rose shortbread cookies.”


    Gilbert snorted sardonically and did not respond.


    Jensen continued speaking with a smile, “Kisa makes delicious rose shortbread cookies. You should


    have someter.”


    “He doesn’t need to have some. These rose shortbread cookies are meant for you.”


    Kisa cut in coldly before Gilbert could respond.


    ‘Gilbert thinks that my rose shortbread cookies are awful. Back then, he even dumped the rose


    shortbread cookies that I worked hard to make into the trash. Since that’s the case, there’s no need for


    me to embarrass myself,‘ thought Kisa.


    Gilbert narrowed his eyes coldly.


    ‘So my guess back then was right. From then till now, the rose shortbread cookies she made had


    always been meant for him and not me,‘ thought Gilbert.


    Gilbert tightened his fists by his sides and sneered, “I wouldn’t want to eat something that unptable


    even if you gifted it to me.”


    Kisa froze while cooking spaghetti.


    She tightened her grip on the spat and smiled at him slightly, “Is that so? Thank goodness these


    weren’t meant for you then.”


    Gilbert side–eyed her icily before turning to leave.


    Kisa pursed her lips and continued making spaghetti as if Gilbert had never appeared.


    Regardless, her mood had still been affected. The atmosphere in the kitchen was no longer as


    harmonious and cheerful as it was at the start.


    Kisa finished cooking the spaghetti very quickly. She even added some sausages and ham to the


    spaghetti.


    When she came out of the kitchen, the children had finished their homework. They were sitting on the


    couch and watching TV.


    Meanwhile, Gilbert sat on the other end of the couch with a gloomy expression.


    Kisa ignored him and set the spaghetti in front of the children with a soft smile, “Eat up. Your Uncle


    Jensen and I are making rose shortbread cookies. Why don’t we have it once you two are done with


    your spaghetti?”


    Andrew nced at Gilbert before turning to Kisa, “Ma’am, but daddy hasn’t eaten yet.”


    “Your daddy is very selective about his food; the food that I make is not good enough for him,


    Kisa said to the children with a smile.


    However, since her words were meant for Gilbert, they sounded sarcastic.


    Gilbert snorted, “Are you not willing to cook for me, or is your food not good enough for me? You know


    the answer.”


    Kisaughed out of anger when she heard the resentful tone of his words.


    She lifted her gaze and looked at the man at the corner of the couch. Then, she snorted,


    You’re right. I’m not willing to cook for you. Besides, who are you to make me cook for you?”


    “Then why are you cooking for him?” Gilbert nced at the kitchen icily.


    Kisa smiled slightly, “I’m willing to. Can’t I?”


    Gilbert red at her coldly. His fists were tightened as if he were about to teach her a lesson the very


    next moment.


    Suddenly, Jensen called out to her from the kitchen.