“She knows.” Baird Lane steamed the rice on.
Christine White’s mouth pouted and her tone was a little off, “So you used to cook for her?”
“No.” Baird Lane twisted his head to look at her, “I’ve never cooked for anyone before, you’re the first.”
“Hey?” Christine White surprised face, “I’m the first?”
So then, even the old man never ate his cooking?
“Yes, you are indeed the first.” Baird Lane turned his head back around, “Didn’t I just say, I inherited The Lane Family when I came back home, I don’t have time to cook at all, and I don’t like to cook.”
“So what makes you suddenly want to do it now?” Christine White asked curiously, her heart sweet.
She didn’t realize that Molly Bort, her first love, hadn’t even eaten his cooking.
At this point, does she count Molly Bort as a winner?
“Aren’t you hungry?” Baird Lane cracked two eggs back into the bowl.
Christine White’s little mouth dropped open, “So that’s why you’re cooking?”
“Something like that, and to give you a taste of my handiwork, and …” His stirring of the eggs stopped abruptly.
Christine White looked at him, “What else?”
“Last time it was your birthday, you cooked that meal, didn’t you?” Baird Lane asked without answering.
Christine White nodded, “Yeah.”
“Then next time it’s my birthday, you can cook.” Baird Lane said, “How about making up for last time?”
Christine White’s eyes dropped bleakly, “Are you talking about making up for that meal, or for my birthday?”
“Both.” Baird Lane spat out two words softly.
Christine White gave a low, moody laugh, “Life doesn’t have the best of both worlds, does it, if you say make up for that meal, then sure, that’s fine, but with birthdays, how can you make up for it when it’s all behind you?”
“Why not?” Baird Lane’s eyes tailed slightly.
Christine White looked at him blankly.
He walked over and put his hand on her head and patted it gently, “I haven’t had a serious birthday in years, how about this one, just the two of us together? Consider it your birthday too.”
“Can it still be like that?” The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched.
Baird Lane chortled softly, “Of course I can, it’s up to you.”
“I … I’ll do anything.” Christine White lowered her head and whispered her agreement.
The corners of Baird Lane’s mouth curled lightly, “It’s a deal then, you go out and watch TV, I’ll call you later when dinner is ready.”
“I’d better stay and help you out.” Said Christine White, returning after dropping his jacket on the couch in the living room, “What do you need me to do?”
Baird Lane was about to say he didn’t need her to do anything, but at the look of anticipation in her eyes, he eventually changed his mind and handed her the basket of beans, “Will?”
“Don’t you look down on me.” Christine White took the basket as soon as she could and walked over to the sink to set it down, “It’s not just gluten selection, of course I can.”
“I’ll leave it to you then.” Baird Lane laughed softly, then stopped paying attention to her and gave his full attention to the pot.
Christine White just quietly handled the beans, there weren’t many of them, and it didn’t take long to get them done.
She cleaned it and put it on a plate and handed it to Baird Lane, then stood there watching him cook.
I have to say that serious men are so pleasing to the eye, whether they are working or doing anything else, especially when the man also has a stunningly handsome face that Christine White can’t help but look at with fascination.
“Thinking about what?” Baird Lane waved a hand in front of her face, switching her sanity back.
Christine White coughed lightly with some embarrassment, “Didn’t think anything of it.”
“What’s not on your mind and you’re still distracted?”
“Didn’t really think anything of it.” Christine White insisted, refusing to say.
After all, it’s kind of embarrassing to talk about it when you’re so mesmerized by watching him, isn’t it?
“Yeah?” Baird Lane gave her a skeptical look, but didn’t hold onto it, then used his chopsticks to hold a piece of chicken and pass it to her mouth, “Want to taste it?”
Christine White looked at the fragrant meat in front of her, her mouth involuntarily began to secrete saliva, and she subconsciously nodded her head, “Yes.”
“Open your mouth.” Baird Lane ordered.
Christine White obediently opened her mouth wide and took the meat into her mouth.
In an instant, her eyes widened as the ultimate delicacy in her mouth filled her taste buds, making her eyes glow, “Yummy!”
“Is it really good?” Baird Lane looked at her.
Christine White nodded repeatedly, “It’s really good.”
“More then?” Baird Lane asked her.
Christine White stole a glance at the pot, “Is that okay?”
Baird Lane laughed a little and didn’t answer, just took a small bowl and chucked a couple pieces of meat into it before handing it to her, “Take it and eat it.”
“Thanks.” Christine White, pleasantly surprised, darted out and cupped the bowl in both hands.
“And this.” Baird Lane handed her the chopsticks in his hand again.
Christine White took the chopsticks and went off to a side corner to eat the meat, aiming not to disturb him.
She hadn’t realized that he could cook so well.
She had assumed that since he hadn’t cooked in so many years, the flavor wouldn’t be bad but it wouldn’t be much better, but now she realized she was wrong, and very wrong at that.
Baird Lane is probably one of those geniuses in the world who, even after years of not touching a certain field, still holds a place in that field.
“Are you done eating?” Baird Lane said, pulling Christine White back from her walk.
Christine White put down her chopsticks, “Finished.”
She put the bowl in the sink.
Baird Lane looked away, “More?”
Christine White’s eyes rolled with some hesitation.
Seeing this, Baird Lane added: “There’s no more to give, now you’ve eaten too much, you won’t be able to eat anything else in a while, so bear with it for now.”
“Petty.” Christine White pouted.
Baird Lane blacked out, “I’m petty?”
He’s still not doing it for her. He’s afraid that if she eats too much now, she won’t be able to eat.
As a result, she actually called him petty!
Christine White looked down and smiled shyly, “Are you angry?”
“No.” Baird Lane purses his lips.
Christine White shifted her feet and walked over to him, “You’re obviously a little upset, I was just kidding just now, don’t be mad.”
“I said I’m not mad, well get the dishes and eat.” Baird Lane made to say.
“Okay!” Christine White saluted an unorthodox salute before taking the dishes and going out.
Baird Lane looked at her back and shook his head helplessly.
This woman’s nature has really changed so much, not only has she gotten a lot bolder, but she’s also a bit more outgoing.
But it’s a good thing too, her sullen and somber look for the past month has been a real wake-up call, and now she’s finally come out of it.
Speaking of which, it seemed like it was downstairs just now, walking away from the moment he’d promised to avenge her and the baby.
With that thought, a sudden twinge of remorse rose in Baird Lane’s heart.
Regret not thinking clearly about telling her a few days earlier.
But it’s not too late.
At that moment, Christine White finished putting away the dishes and came back over, “Is there anything else you want to serve out?”
“No more, let’s go.” Baird Lane gathered his thoughts and picked up two plates of food and led the way out of the kitchen.
Christine White, seeing this, closed the kitchen door and then quickly followed him.
She ate a lot of this meal and ate until her stomach held out before she reluctantly put down her chopsticks.
If it wasn’t for the fact that her stomach just couldn’t hold it anymore, she figured she could keep eating.
“Not eating?” Baird Lane took a sip of his red wine and looked across the table at the woman with amusement.