Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 390


    Chapter 390 He Had a Point


    Kisa frowned. ‘It is just the three children in the


    house. and me with Ada still sleeping soundly in my arms, and the other two probably still sleeping, too.


    So who could be in the kitchen? Could Gilbert havee over again


    without telling me?‘ With that in mind, she carefully removed Ada’s arm from across her stomach


    and quietly got out of bed.


    The bright morning sun shone into the house. When she stepped out of the room, the sound from the ki


    tchen


    became more and more audible. She walked over in puzzlement


    and found that it was ke. He was busy in


    the kitchen.


    ke saw her and greeted her. “Good morning, Ma’am.”


    Kisa was startled


    to see the fire on the stove and hurriedly turned it off. “What are you doing? Are you hungry? Come on


    out. Whatever you like to eat, I will make it for you.”


    ke shook his head and then deftly turned the fire on again. Kisa saw him stepping on the


    chair and stirring the pasta in the pot with a spat, and her eyes widened in


    shock.


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    “ke, y-you know how to cook pasta?”


    ke smiled thoughtfully at her. “Ma’am, you go out and


    rest for a while. Breakfast will be ready soon.”


    Kisa was still worried about the boy getting burned and hurriedly said, “Let me do it.”


    ke shook his head again. “I can do it. I always make breakfast


    for Mom at home, and sometimes I cook for Dad.”


    If she had not seen how much Jensen and Mia loved the boy, she would have wondered if the


    boy was being abused at their ce.


    While Kisa thought, ke said to her, “Don’t worry, Ma’am. My cooking is delicious.”


    Seeing how persistent the boy was, Kisa relented. She reminded him,


    “Be careful. If you can’t handle it, call me over, okay?”


    ke nodded vigorously.


    Itpletely amazed Kisa. After all, ke was only five years old, still a child. So she was still worried.


    After washing up, she leaned against the kitchen door and watched for a long time. Even though ke


    was still small, he was very skilled at cooking. He not only cooked pasta but also made


    sandwiches. Watching the way he put in the greens and squeezed the sd sauce, even


    heating a jug of milk like a pro, Kisa was in awe, feeling that she was not as good as a five–year–old.


    ke made the breakfast and brought it to the table.


    Kisa looked at him and asked, “Who taught you how to cook?”


    ?


    “Dad,” ke said matter–of–factly. “He said, if I can


    cook, I won’t die of hunger.”


    Kisa was amused but could not deny that he had a point. She went into the kitchen to


    help him bring out the pasta. “Do you enjoy cooking? If you don’t like it, I will


    talk to your godfather and godmotherter.”


    “Err…” ke seemed to ponder about it for


    a moment and then said, “Whether I like to cook or not depends on who I’m cooking for.


    If it’s for someone I like, then I like to cook.”


    Kisa frowned, amazed by how mature the way he spoke. Then you-”


    “I like Dad and Mom a lot, so I like to cook for them.”


    “Oh!” Kisa stroked his head and praised him. “You are such a filial child. Whoever can be your mom an