232 The cooking lesson 2 (2/2)

She looked carefully. She did not know he even made use of herbs to rub on the meat when cooking it. No wonder... no wonder what she ate the steaks he made, she always tasted the herb but could not see it anywhere.

He never stopped talking. He even reminded her many times the importance of timing, no more and no less.

”We let it rest before we can eat. Now, we can start with the sauce,” he put aside the newly cooked steak and took a bowl. ”Do you need to take down the note?”

”Oh yeah,” she quickly rushed to get her notepad and a pen. Just now, he did not remind her about the note taking because it was a simple process and he believed she could remember it. But for the sauce, as it required more ingredients, he was worried she would forget one or two ingredients or the steps.

This time, as he made the sauce and explained to her all the steps needed, she became busy taking notes of everything. She asked whenever she was not sure about something and he explained it clearly. He was not stingy with the tips, always gave extra points on how to improve it or made it her own style.

He knew she had her own taste and she would improvise the recipe once she managed to master the recipe. That was what he did once he learned this recipe years ago.

”And now, your turn,” he washed his hands once he was done.

Ryn put down her book and took a deep breath. Suddenly she was a bit nervous. Could she replicate what she just learned?

Harry crossed his arms and watched carefully as Ryn repeated back what he did step by step. He did not have to say anything or remind Ryn anything because she copied everything just like how he showed her. Impressive.

Even when she was making the sauce, she did not need his help at all. Of course, her eyes kept glancing at the recipe but his presence behind her actually gave her strength. She believed that he would point it out if she made any mistake.

”Congratulations. You really do have talent in cooking,” Harry praised.

They were now sitting at the dining table. Two plates of steaks and two small saucers of sauce were in front of them. They also had two clean plates and two sets of cutleries. Two glasses of iced lemon tea were each on their right side.

If there was a crystal vase full of red roses, it would make the atmosphere more romantic. And not to forget two big plump of white candles would make the situation better. Unfortunately, it was only Harry's wishful hope.

They were not having a candlelit dinner. They were simply enjoying the fruit of their work.

Ryn looked one of the steaks. It was made by her after she learned from Harry. Somehow she was nervous. Would it taste as good as Harry's?

”Why are you looking a bit nervous, Ryn?” Harry asked when he noticed the look.

”I... I'm a bit worried, actually,” she confessed.

”Worried?” Harry cocked an eyebrow. ”What are you worrying about?”

She lifted her head and looked at him with her big eyes. Unconsciously she chewed her lower lip.

He gulped. He tried not to show how arousing it was when she was doing it. He knew she was not trying to deliberately seduce him. She was just being nervous. But he could not help his own reaction.

Why was she being so beautiful today? Of course, she was beautiful every single day but after spending time cooking with her, he found another of her, the domestic side, which was adorable. She was so focused on cooking, she did not look uncomfortable at all, even when using a knife. There was no hesitation when she touched the meat and when she put it in the hot pan. She was a natural in the kitchen.

And it made his love toward her deeper and deeper.

”Ryn?” he called her name gently.

”Erm... what if it doesn't taste as good as yours?” It would be heartbroken for her if she could not cook delicious steaks for herself. She did not want to disturb him just to make steaks for her whenever she had the craving. She wanted to make it by herself so she could eat it whenever she felt like it.

”Don't worry. Practice makes perfect. Besides, you haven't tasted it yet. How do you know it's not good enough?” he coaxed her, smiling at how adorable she looked right now.

”Hmm...”

”Now, let's taste yours first so we can see what part should we improve,” he lifted up his knife and fork and slowly cut the steak into a small piece. He did not dip it into the sauce but instead, put it directly into his mouth.