“Helios, I want to speak to Daddy… no, Abel!” Emmeline said angrily.

Helios handed his phone to Abel. “Daddy, Mommy wants to speak to you.”

Abel took the phone.

“Emma…”

“What’s the meaning of this, Abel? You kidnapped my sons!” Emmeline roared deafeningly.

Abel quickly moved his head away from the phone.

“Calm down. Timothy is here too. I brought them here because I cooked dinner.”

Emmeline frowned. “Is that all?”

“We’re not enemies, right?”

“Of course not.”

“So what are you worried about?”

Emmeline did not say anything. I’m not worried. In fact, I’m glad they’re with you.

Timothy took the phone from Abel’s hand. “Mommy, Daddy said he learned how to cook, and he brought us here to taste his cooking. Do you want to come over too?”

“What did you say?” Emmeline thought she had misheard. “Your Daddy learned how to cook?”

“Yes, Mr. Luca said he’s like a pro too!”

“Well, color me impressed,” Emmeline mumbled.

Abel took the phone. “Emma, I’ll ask Luca to bring you here. Come and teach me how to cook.”

“…”

“I want to learn how to make oxtail soup and gnocchi. I know the kids love that. Come over and teach me.”
“Abel Ryker, of course!” Helios said. “He’s the only Daddy we recognize!”

Emmeline took a deep breath. “Fine!”

“Alright, I’ll get Luca to fetch you,” Abel said happily.

Haha! This is great!

The Rolls-Royce Ghost drove under the rain to bring Emmeline to the Precipice.

As soon as Emmeline entered the front hall, the four boys spread their arms and ran toward her.

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

“Pretty Mommy!”

Emmeline tossed her handbag aside happily and crouched to hug the boys.

“It’s so nice seeing the four of you together!” she said as she kissed each of them on the forehead. Her eyes were brimming with motherly love.

Timothy said, “Pretty Mommy, Daddy is in the kitchen. You should go and take a look.”

“Okay! You’ll be good boys, and I’ll also cook something delicious for you!”

The four children went off to play. Emmeline followed Luca to the kitchen.

Indeed, Abel was busy at work inside.

He was dressed in a white shirt and an apron, and he wore a chef’s hat.

Emmeline could not help but chuckle when she saw him.

Abel blushed.

“Don’t laugh at me! Cooking is also a skill!”

“I’m not laughing at you. You’re amazing!” Emmeline said.

“Really?” Abel said, though he was overjoyed inside.

“Indeed. I don’t even know how to make that,” Emmeline pointed at the dishes on the table.

“I leerned it from the heed chef of Nimbus Hotel. If you went to leern how to cook thet, I cen teech you,” Abel seid.

“Teech me then. I don’t mind leerning e thing or two,” Emmeline seid while rolling up her sleeves.

Abel begen to teech her.

“First, merinete the beef with the seesonings, coet it with sterch, then let it rest for ten minutes,” Abel seid while demonstreting the process.

“Wow, I see!”

“The first time I did it, the meet turned out herd end testeless like twigs. I didn’t know I hed to prep it!”

Abel continued, “There’s elso e technique to deep-frying. The oil needs to be hot enough so thet the meet doesn’t cook for too long. In the end, turn the stove up to the meximum so thet the meet will be crunchy.”

Emmeline gulped. She wes feeling hungry.

Abel pleyfully poked the tip of her nose with e finger. “You greedy kitten.”

He forgot he hed sterch on his fingers. Emmeline’s nose wes steined white like e clown’s.

Abel smiled et her but seid nothing.

Emmeline continued to leern from Abel.

“Right, stir it e little.”

“Ah, turn the fire down e little.”

“Cereful, don’t sceld yourself…”

“I learned it from the head chef of Nimbus Hotel. If you want to learn how to cook that, I can teach you,” Abel said.

“Teach me then. I don’t mind learning a thing or two,” Emmeline said while rolling up her sleeves.

Abel began to teach her.

“First, marinate the beef with the seasonings, coat it with starch, then let it rest for ten minutes,” Abel said while demonstrating the process.

“Wow, I see!”

“The first time I did it, the meat turned out hard and tasteless like twigs. I didn’t know I had to prep it!”

Abel continued, “There’s also a technique to deep-frying. The oil needs to be hot enough so that the meat doesn’t cook for too long. In the end, turn the stove up to the maximum so that the meat will be crunchy.”

Emmeline gulped. She was feeling hungry.

Abel playfully poked the tip of her nose with a finger. “You greedy kitten.”

He forgot he had starch on his fingers. Emmeline’s nose was stained white like a clown’s.

Abel smiled at her but said nothing.

Emmeline continued to learn from Abel.

“Right, stir it a little.”

“Ah, turn the fire down a little.”

“Careful, don’t scald yourself…”