Chapter 14 She Cooked so Well
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"Of course, I'm laughing at you. You were hungry, but you let others eat lunch."
Shirley stood with her hands on her hips and looked at Bob like a kindergarten teacher scolding children who didn’t eat well.
"I'm not hungry at all!"
Bob denied. He was awkward enough.
Seeing that he was so stubborn, Shirley put down the plate and went to Bob and touched his belly.
Bob was scared, he thought she had some bad ideas.
"Shall I get you something to eat?" Shirley looked at Bob heartily.
Bob hesitated for a long time and hesitated for a while. Finally, he nodded and spat out a word:
"OK."
Seeing Bob's pathetic appearance, Shirley suddenly laughed and moved her hands to his private parts:
"Food and s*x. Will we do something shameful after eating?"
He thought that Shirley had changed, but unexpectedly she was still that way!
Bob lowered his voice and growled, "Get out of here!"
Shirley laughed and went to the rest area.
She went to the rest area again, opened the refrigerator and found that there were so many ingredients.
She tied the apron and started to cook for Bob wholeheartedly.
Bob couldn't settle down to read the documents, so he went to the study to read, but he couldn't.
He simply put down the book. With a complex mood, he came to the kitchen, and looked at Shirley outside the kitchen.
Shirley had fair skin and curly eyelashes. She thought of something and slightly smiled which was very lovely.
She washed and cut vegetables proficiently, which looked wonderful.
Bob was a little surprised. Was this the Shirley he knew?
Shirley was very beautiful, and he always knew that, but he had never observed her so quietly.
Shirley's hair fell in front of her forehead, which was covered with sweat.
He wanted to help her wipe it, but before he had time to act, Shirley was suddenly splashed by the hot oil and let out a cry.
Bob wanted to rush over, but he stood still. He could not forget what Shirley had done on the wedding!
However, because she was just splashed with oil, Shirley was flustered and accidentally cut her finger with a kitchen knife!
Bob can't help but rush in with a band aid and hold her injured finger.
Shirley didn't know that Bob was just at the door, and didn't expect that he would rush in suddenly.
At the moment, he even put her finger in her mouth!
Looking at Bob who was frowning with a distressed look, and gentled treated her wound, Shirley tiptoed and wanted to kiss him.
But she suddenly found that the food was almost burnt. She quickly pushed Bob away and turned off the fire.
"Thank you. The dish is ready. Wait a second."
Bob did not answer, but went to the dinning room.
Just now, he really can't help it. He still hated Shirley, but he can't bear to leave her...
"Well! It's all here. Have a try. "
Shirley put down the plate and sat opposite to Bob. She supported her chin with both hands and looked at Bob quietly.
Bob's face changed and he faltered:
"I don't like to be watched when eating. Don't stay here..."
Shirley left with a smile. She knew that it wasn’t that Bob didn’t like that, but he just can’t get over with her escape from marriage.
But it's not something that can be solved in a hurry. Shirley planned to solve it slowly.
She went to tidy up the kitchen. The kitchen was semi open. Shirley can take the opportunity to peek at Bob who was eating.
While he was eating, he sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, and didn’t have the dining etiquette he usually showed.
At this moment, he was like a big boy. Shirley somehow showed her maternal love.
She came over and stroked his head. Bob was stunned. This time he didn't refuse, but continued to eat.
Shirley massaged Bob's temple and said: "Bob, I'll make delicious food for you every day, OK?"
In fact, Shirley was very worried that Bob would refuse her. She could have thought of a better way to get him to agree, but the atmosphere just made her say so.
"OK," Bob said immediately, "no, you will have too much trouble."
"Are you feeling distressed about me?" Shirley was a little surprised, but she was still very happy, because Bob cared about her.
"How about I cook every three days?" Shirley tentatively asked.
Bob shook his head. Shirley said, "every five days?"
Bob, "Once a week."
"Deal!" Shirley hastened to reply for fear that Bob would go back on his words.
Bob finished his meal contentedly, then suddenly frowned and said:
"But you can't tell John, otherwise he would come!"
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