Chapter 391 - The d.e.s.i.r.e (1/2)

”Come to make sure I don't cook you some delicious poison?” he asked playfully.

”Well, no. I… I just thought you would maybe get lost again or maybe you would not be able to find where I keep stuff but it appears you're doing just fine without me,” she responded, trying not to be continuously tongue tied around him.

”You underestimate my capabilities, Red,” he said, never losing a beat with the kneading.

He had been smiling still, but something about the way he said that last sentence made Amy shiver with d.e.s.i.r.e.

She could feel her n.i.p.p.l.es harden in response. And even though she willed her body to stop reacting to the man as much, she knew she was absolutely helpless against him and his charming aura.

He worked fast. Or maybe time had become warped somehow and thus no longer counted in the way she knew it, but soon the dough was separated into small sections and he stuffed them with the already cooked Chicken mince and then folded the edges together, so they looked like small satchels.

All that was left to complete the look would have been tiny fancy gold threads tied around their puckered tops.

When the food was ready, Amy helped his lay the table. Her first bite into the bun tasted like all the heavens in one place. Her palate exploded with flavors.

”Where on earth did a spoilt brat like you learn to cook so good?” she asked, not even realizing what she had called him.

All she could think about was the fluffy goodness filling her mouth with delight.

He flinched inwardly at the comment, but showed no outward annoyance.

”Mei Mei Chung taught me,” he said matter of factly. ”I know a whole lot more, but I could barely find anything in your kitchen to cook with, which is why I settled for making you some of these babies,” he added, gesturing towards the plates of food before them, with a self-assured smile.

Amy's face flamed hot red with embarrassment. He probably thought of her as irresponsible now, because her house was an untidy mess and there wasn't any food.

She made a mental note to go shopping for groceries as soon as he was gone.

Presently, she had just one focus and that was to cram herself full of as many of these delicious buns as she could manage without getting sick. She ate them quickly, in big, greedy bites.

Pleased and proud that he could have done something so satisfying and enjoyable for her.

He nibbled slowly on his buns, engrossed as he was in his enjoyment of her enjoying his cooking.

It was true that Mei Mei Chung had taught him some great skills in the kitchen but he could not recall ever having had to use them for anyone but himself and even that was rare seeing as he had a whole kitchen staff at his beck and call forever ready to cook up a storm if he so much as lifted his finger in request.