Chapter 44


    Anna authoritatively pushed Wayne into the kitchen.


    “You should spend more time with Matthew. Look how happy he was when he was ying with Tammy.


    Your servants taking care of him said that he had never been this happy before. That’s crazy.”


    While Wayne was ming himself again because of Anna’s words, Anna suddenly put an apron in his


    arms, “Put this on so that you won’t get flour on your clothes.”


    His eyes twisted when he saw the pink apron. When he was about to say something, Anna suddenly


    urged him, “What are you waiting for? Go wash your hands. It’s five o’clock. The kids are starving.”


    He somehow followed her orders, put on the apron, and washed his hands. Then he started to make a


    dough ording to Anna’s instructions.


    “Usually, we can make cookies in all kinds of shapes. Round, square, whatever. But kids don’t really


    care about the vor. They pay more attention to the appearance than the taste of the food. Therefore,


    we can use a cookie mold or make some animals with our hands when making cookies.”


    Anna tried to show him and extruded the dough on the baking paper.


    “Look, now we have a little duck. Remember not to put too much dough on one cookie, because it will


    expand in the oven, and it will eventually look too fat.”


    Anna was very serious when teaching Wayne. She stared at the baking paper, and soon there were all


    kinds of animals on it.


    Wayne stood by her side and stared at her face, suddenly having a strange feeling.


    He suddenly found she interesting, much more interesting than the women he met before.


    She was not vain or highfalutin. She was excellent in work and in life. She was kind, brave, and


    straightforward. And she was patient with children.


    “Uncle Wright, what do you think of marrying my mommy?” Tammy’s sentence that he took as a child’s


    babble suddenly struck him. His hand shook and suddenly extruded too much dough. A weird ugly


    thing appeared on the baking paper.


    chocte dough, I’m sure no one would like to eat a cookie that looks like poop.”


    Wayne’s face froze. He looked at his work in embarrassment and put down the things in his hands.


    “You can do it yourself.”


    “Don’t be upset.” Anna raised her eyebrows and gloated over the thing he made,“ Come on, it’s not the


    end of the world. We can still save it.”


    Then she picked out a tiny cranberry from the bag and put it on the poop-shaped


    cookie and used a toothpick to stretch one end of the cookie.


    “Now it looks like a little snake.”


    Wayne took a look at the “little snake” that she made. Ityzily on the baking paper, with a cute


    cranberry eye that gave a glow and a long thin tail in the behind.


    His eyes were first fixed on the cookie and then moved to Anna’s face. Her satisfied look somehow


    pleased him.


    At dinner, Matthew was much happier than usual. His active attitude today surprised Wayne. It had


    always been a big problem to make Matthew eat. If no one fed him, he would rather stay hungry. Even


    if someone did, he would only eat a little. He looked thinner than other kids at the age of five.


    “Matthew, can you eat by yourself?” Wayne couldn’t help but ask.


    “Of course, he can. He’s five years old.” Anna said in an exaggerating tone, “Matthew can do a lot of


    things, can’t he?”


    Matthew nodded and gave Wayne a scornful look as if he had been hiding his abilities from Wayne.


    Both angry and amused at Matthew’s look, he could do nothing but put more food on Matthew’s te


    and said gently, “It’s my fault not to pay enough attention to you. Have some more food.”


    After the meal, Anna wanted to leave since it was gettingte, but Tammy wouldn’t go and kept saying


    that she wanted to y video games together.


    There was a big screen TV in Wayne’s living room, and there was a tank game in it. They could y


    the game together, each one holding a game pad.


    Five minutes into the first round, Wayne had upied the territory of other three. Game was over.


    Anna was frustrated, “This is not fair. This is your TV. You must have yed for a lot of times before.


    Not fair.”


    “It’s my first time, too.” Wayne said with no expression, “Don’t try to find excuses for your crushing


    defeat.”


    Matthew immediately kicked Wayne, stood up, and waved his hand for a long time. But no one


    understood him, so he took his sketch board and wrote, “Daddy is bad.”


    Wayne was dumbfounded. He touched Matthew’s head and asked, “I’m bad because I win? That’s not


    right. We have to be gracious losers.”


    Still displeased, Matthew lightly pushed away Wayne’s hand and sat there angrily with his arms and


    legs folded.


    Wayne didn’t know how to make Matthew happy and could only suggest that they y another round.


    This time, he carefully yed with them for almost half an hour and waited until thest minute to fight


    back. However, Matthew kicked off the gamepad in his hand in the nick of time. Meanwhile, Anna broke


    in his camp in a tank and instantly overwhelmed his


    “Yay, we win! We win!”


    Tammy stood up and shouted cheerfully. She tore off a slip of paper and stuck it on Wayne’s forehead


    with a snap, “Punishment!”


    Wayne asked, “Why weren’t you punishedst time?”


    “It was a tryst time. We weren’t really ying, so we shouldn’t be punished. This round is for real.”


    Anna said naturally.


    Wayne turned to his son, who nodded and took Anna’s side. Wayne was speechless. You little boy. Do


    you still remember who your father is?


    They yed a few more rounds. Wayne wanted to win, but he could do nothing when the two kids


    disturbed him. Atst, his face was covered by slips of paper, which would dance up and down


    whenever he breathed out. They could barely see his face. Annaughed so hard that she had to hold


    her belly andy on the mat. She shouted, “I’m afraid we can’t y any longer. There is no room on


    your face for more paper.”


    The two kids pped their hands and jumped on the couch. Tammy even let out a heartyugh.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    “OK, it’s reallyte. We should go.” They hadughed enough and yed enough. Anna supported


    herself on the sofa and stood up. She reached out her hand to Tammy, “Tam, we should go. It’s almost


    ten o’clock. It’s toote. We can’t stay any longer.”


    Tammy immediately stoppedughing and pouted, “No, mommy. Why don’t we stay here tonight? It’s


    sote after all.”


    Anna’s face changed.