"Whatever you want!" Dylan said coldly, "When I cook, I need to concentrate. Don't disturb me."
Jessica was not happy. "What do you mean? Now I'm the owner of the house, and you're my nanny. "
"It doesn't mean much, I just want to let you get out of the kitchen." Dylan directly pushed her out of the kitchen and closed the sliding door.
Without Jessica's interference, Dylan was able to concentrate on handling the ingredients he bought.
An hour later, the exquisite three dishes and one soup appeared on the dining table of the dining room that the rich aroma made Jessica become impatient to taste them.
"Yummy, yummy. You're really good at cooking. It seems that it's good to ask you to be a nanny."
Dylan gave her a glance, "if you feel guilty for me, let me sleep in the master bedroom."
