Chapter 105 - Terrible Mistakes (1/2)

Anya pursed her lips to control her laughter that almost slipped her lips. She couldn't believe Alvin just did that and was standing cluelessly. She quickly took the kitchen towel and silently cleaned his shirt first, then cleaned the counter. She grabbed the apron that was close by and tied it around his waist. If not, Alvin will run to the suite to change his shirt.

Then she calmly taught him, ”Alvin, you just have to tap lightly, once it cracks, split the shell using your fingers and pour the content in the bowl.” She was a good teacher adding actions with her words.

Alvin, who faced a massive failure in his life, collected himself. He was embarrassed. He silently tried and cracked it smoothly. Anyway, while splitting the shell, he crushed the shell, causing the shell pieces to mix with yolk and egg white.

Anya bit her lip to avoid laughing. He was using too much strength. She encouraged him, ”It's alright. Don't squeeze the shell, you have to part the shell into two. You can use both of your hands. Try again.”

Then he wasted five more eggs and Anya was laughing her heart out holding her stomach hearing him blame the eggshell as too weak. Her stomach hurt even more with her laughter.

Alvin's men, who were instructed to give them privacy, were peeking into the kitchen due to Anya's heartwarming laughter. Somebody is daring enough to laugh right on their boss's face. In their mind, they already got the lady boss. Then they silently laughed at Alvin as though they were any better than him.

Alvin was itching to dump all the eggs into the bin. He snapped at her, ”Were you lying? How could a little kid do this?” If he doesn't use force, the egg won't crack, if he uses a little force, it breaks. He was fed up with it. Breaking a stone felt easier than this.

Anya smiled, recalling her son. ”You want to learn his method?” Somehow she loved to see Alvin doing things as Zane, or should she say it as Zane is like Alvin.

She didn't wait for a response, she quickly grabbed an egg and spoon. She handed it to him, ”Hold vertically and tap on the top.” She was more enthusiastic to teach this method. Her lips were curled high, eyes were shining and the dimples were so cute that he found them distracting.

Alvin doubted if she was finding a chance to make fun of him. Anyway, he stubbornly tried to prove that he could also do it. He tapped twice on the shell and the eggshell cracked.

She took the spoon away from his hand, ”Now carefully remove the cracked shell pieces.”

Alvin obliged like an obedient student.

Anya looked at his big palm holding a small egg while trying her son's method. If her son's actions were adorable, Alvin's actions are comical. She giggled silently.

Alvin was successful. He quickly grabbed a new bowl, poured the contents into it, without waiting for her instructions. He repeated and added two more eggs. In no time he made a simple two omelet and proudly placed it in front of her.

Anya forced her smile away looking at his cold but handsome face asking for compliments. Well, he deserved praise. He didn't give up and was determined to make it. She was sure it was annoying for him, yet he was washing his hands, cleaning the counter, and trying it again.

She patted his arm, ”Well done, Alvin Matthews. You have learned how to cook eggs.” She chuckled seeing him smug. She didn't tease him, ”Let's eat.” She was about to grab her plate, Alvin took it away and handed his omelets to her. Then he walked out.

Anya: ”...”

Her smile faded looking at the golden yellow omelets on a white porcelain plate. She didn't think he was cooking for her. She felt special…

Suddenly she shook her head, 'What am I thinking? Anya Owen, think straight.'

So she shook off her thoughts and went out to sit with him. Of course, she praised him more after tasting it, making him all the more arrogant.

Alvin was satisfied and also surprised at how a simple salted omelet could be tasty too. Or probably it was just her company.

Anya got down to serious business after enjoying a little time, which will be permanently stored in her memories. 'Ahem.' She awkwardly cleared her throat, licked her dry lips in uneasiness.