Don’t make mommy cook…
Enrico obviously didn’t hear the call from his heart, snorted, “We’ll talk about it after it’s delicious.”
“Let’s go back to my place, Fryday gave me some ingredients, it’s perfect for cooking,” Paige said, still not letting go of his waist with her hands.
“No, if you want to cook, you can do it here.”
Enrico glanced down at the position of her hands, and his throat itched.
He refused to go back to The Capital with her, and he refused to go home with her. It seemed that he was going to live separately from her?
Paige looked up at him with inquisitive eyes. Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe, and her hands naturally climbed onto his back. Her palms pressed against the thin layer of fabric, and her lips attached to his ear, whispering in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “If you’re not going with me, it’s not because you’re afraid you won’t be able to control yourself, is it?”
It’s true, it’s most embarrassing to be unable to finish an argument.
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a pinch on her waist.
Enrico pinched her waist and pushed her down, so that her feet could once again stand firmly on the ground. He stared at her with a pair of dark eyes, “I have a son already, what’s there for me to lose control of?”
His voice was low.
“… oh.”
Paige suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Gabriel sat on the sofa, pricked up his ears and listened desperately, but he couldn’t make out anything.
It’s over, it seems like I’ll really have to eat the food my mommy cooked for lunch today.
…
Paige left Gabriel behind and went home alone. She took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and walked towards Enrico’s place again.
On the way, she ran into a few people from the community, including an old lady named Sheryl, who was leading her grandson. She nodded to the people lightly and her smile was flat.
But Sheryl misunderstood her basic politeness as something else and immediately stopped her path with her young grandson in tow, chatting quite “enthusiastically,” “Oh, Gabriel’s mommy, where’s your Gabriel? Hasn’t he woken up yet?”
“Gabriel’s father is taking him,” Paige said perfunctorily.
Sheryl waved her hand, “Tsk, Gabriel is really lucky to be born into a family like yours. He doesn’t have to do anything, unlike my grandson, who is so tired that he has to get up at 6 every morning to do morning reading and memorize vocabulary. He just got out of mental arithmetic class, and I have to send him to dance class again. Fortunately, he likes it and does well, and the teacher always praises him as a good seed.”
“Really? You’re amazing.”
Paige looked at the child and praised him, which was quite sincere.
“His parents want to send him to a school in The Capital, saying that the teachers there are better,”
Sheryl smiled and suddenly changed the subject, “Isn’t that a coincidence? Your family lives in The Capital, and your Gabriel goes to what school? You see how the two children get along, so why don’t you let my grandson be Gabriel’s playmate? My grandson knows a lot and can teach Gabriel. And my grandson is self-disciplined in his studies and in his life, so he might be able to guide Gabriel to do well in school, so you won’t have to worry about your family business.”
Huh?
Why is her son bad? Just because he doesn’t like to study?
Paige looked at her full smile and really didn’t know how she could say this so awkwardly.
“No, my Gabriel hasn’t officially started school yet, and he doesn’t like to study either. It will delay your grandson.”
In front of the children, Paige didn’t want to put things bluntly.
Sheryl seemed unable to see the somewhat cold smile on her face, and continued, “No, no, my grandson is smart, and a few naughty kids in class won’t affect him…”
“Sorry, I have things to do, I’ll be going now,” Paige didn’t bother to continue talking to her, lifted her foot and left.
Sheryl finally saw that she was unhappy this time, and her face immediately became unhappy. She stood there muttering, “It’s just that the family is rich, so what’s so great about that? Sooner or later, Gabriel that little good-for-nothing will lose it all.”
Paige suddenly turned around, her expression completely cold, “What did you say?”
Sheryl didn’t expect that she could still hear her from such a distance, and she was suddenly startled. Hurriedly, she took her grandson’s hand and took off running.
“…”
Paige coldly watched her back.
Forget it, she’s old, she’ll put up with it.
…
Paige, who had endured all the way to Enrico’s house, slammed the ingredients onto the kitchen counter, so angrily that she had to drink two glasses of water.
It was really hard to put up with.
If it weren’t for the other person’s age, she would have slapped her across the face long ago.
She was really very angry.
Gabriel had been sitting there hiding all morning, but when Paige went back to get the ingredients, he couldn’t hide anymore and was carried around by Enrico.
Enrico leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs and looking carefree.
Gabriel stood by the side, aggrieved, holding a study machine and listening to the ancient poems inside, listening back and forth, as he needed to memorize three poems today.
“The apes on both sides cannot stop…”
he recited dejectedly.
“It’s the cries of the apes on both sides that cannot stop,”
Enrico gave him a cold glare.
It was bad enough that he didn’t have Paige’s photographic memory, but he was also so slow when it came to memorizing ancient poems.
“Oh,” Gabriel continued reciting from his study machine, “the apes on both sides started running…”
Enrico shot him a sharp look, about to scold him, when he heard a loud bang that startled both of them.
The father and son turned their heads at the same time and saw Paige standing in front of the kitchen counter, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and chopping down fiercely. Her eyes were fierce, and all that was on the cutting board was a circle of winter melon.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Paige chopped down two more times fiercely, giving off the eerie feeling of a butcher in the rain.
The chopped up winter melon splattered out.
“…”
Gabriel shivered his small shoulders and turned his head to look at Enrico, his little head full of big questions.
What’s wrong with mommy?
Enrico also sensed something was wrong with Paige. Sitting there, his thin lips parted, the words that reached his throat were swallowed back.
After a while, he got up from the sofa, walked over to the open kitchen, and poured himself a glass of water.
“Bang bang bang!”
Paige chopped a circle of winter melon into chunks, as if dismembering a corpse.
Looking at the deep knife marks on the cutting board, Enrico finally found a way in, grunting, “What did my kitchenware do to offend you that you have to ruin it?”
“Nothing,”
Paige denied directly, putting the winter melon aside and taking the cutting board to wash it.
“Bang!”
The action of putting the cutting board back was devoid of any warmth.
Enrico leaned back and twirled the glass in his hands. “You’re not thinking of poisoning the food, are you?”
Hearing this, Paige looked up at him coldly, as if she had been provoked in an instant. “Why would I want to poison it? I’m cooking to comfort you because I know I’ve done something wrong this time. Just because I’m willing to comfort you doesn’t mean you can speak to me abusively. I won’t accept it.”
She gives him a little face, and he talks to her like that. What gives?
“…”
Enrico’s hand holding the cup stiffened. Did she go get ingredients to eat dynamite?
“Can you stop standing here and affecting my cooking to make you happy?” Paige added.
“…”
Is this called making me happy?
Enrico’s face turned black.
Gabriel quietly poked his little head out from behind the sofa. What’s wrong with his gentle, cute, and beautiful mommy?