Chapter 694 - Just Have A Taste (3)

"Does he like this tea?" Aaron asked as he sat on the sofa and drank tea.

"Well, he drinks whatever tea I made. He doesn't pick." Christy took a sip of tea.

"Thank you for taking care of him. You must be working very hard."

Christy shook her head. "He's the same as us and doesn't need any special care. In fact, he takes care of me more."

Aaron was a little surprised. He had always thought that this girl would take care of Trevor a little more when they lived outside. He did not expect that it was Trevor taking care of her.

Christy took out her phone, opened a photo, and showed it to Aaron. "The dishes he cooked tonight are delicious. He is very smart. He can make the same dishes after reading the menu."

There were four white porcelain dishes and two bowls on a table in the photo. The dishes looked very exquisite and delicious. The candles were on the side. It was a candlelight dinner.

Aaron's eyes weren't too good. He wanted to take a closer look, but he accidentally slipped to the next photo. Christy's face turned red. She quickly took her phone and hid it behind her back. "That dish is quite delicious."

"What?" Aaron was stunned, and it took him a long time to recover from the shock.

It seemed like they were kissing.

Aaron was dumbfounded. Was it Trevor? Could Trevor kiss?

No. It was not important. Rather, he hadn't expected that Trevor's life outside would be like this.

Before leaving, Aaron stood in front of the fridge and asked politely, "Could I bring your dishes back tonight?"

The driver was speechless.

"Alright, but there's only a little left," Christy said, stunned.

"It's fine. Is this cake made by you?" He watched Christy take out the dishes from the fridge, pointed at a cake on the plate, and asked.

Christy took a look. "Trevor made it. This juice was also made by him. There's also this bread, this egg tarts, and..."

The room quieted.

Christy widened her eyes as she watched Aaron continuously take all the bread, juice, and egg tarts she had pointed at in the fridge into his arms.

She didn't know what to say.

"Shall I find you a bag?" Christy said with a smile.

"Alright, thank you," Aaron let out a long sigh of relief.

He thought that she was not going to give them to him.

After sending off Aaron, Christy looked at the fridge and opened the bedroom door with a worried expression. "Trevor, your grandfather just emptied our fridge."

"What do you want to eat?" Trevor looked up from the computer. His hair was long and was tied up by Christy on his forehead. When he looked up, he looked extremely cute and handsome.

Christy walked over and hugged him from behind. She tilted her head and leaned close to his ear to say, "I want to eat dessert. A new restaurant just opened next door. I want to eat it."

"Alright, I'll cook for you." Trevor tilted his head and kissed her. "My work will be over soon."

"Do your work. I won't disturb you," Christy clung to him and spoke.

Trevor smiled and typed faster. In a moment he closed the computer and threw it to the side.

"What are you doing?" Christy smiled and retreated.

Trevor chuckled and said something. Christy laughed. "Hooligan!"

The air was gradually filled with romance. The curtains were not completely closed. The bright moonlight shone through the crack into the bed, leaving two intertwined shadows on the wall. They hugged and kissed in the moonlight.

When Aaron returned home, he shouted at Mr. and Mrs. Peck in the living room, "See what I bring back!"

"Dad, are we going bankrupt? Aren't you going to celebrate Rolando's birthday? Why do you bring so much food back? Can't we even afford to eat now?" Mr. and Mrs. Peck widened their eyes in surprise when they saw Aaron bring back so much food.

"What are you talking about?" Aaron asked the driver to put the food on the table and took a deep breath. "Guess who made it?"

"Did you cook for Rolando's birthday?" Mr. and Mrs. Peck asked in surprise.

The driver was speechless.

Aaron said, "How is it possible?"

"Then who made this? Could it be Arabella? She doesn't know how to cook at all," Rachel asked.

Aaron shook his head, looked very mysterious. "Trevor. These are all made by Trevor."

Rachel was stunned. Winston widened his eyes in surprise.

Aaron had reached out to take a slice of bread. Before he could put it in his mouth, his hand was slapped off by Rachel.

Aaron looked over in shock. Rachel shouted at the servants, "Quick! Protect them! Don't let anyone touch them! These dishes are made by Trevor! Go ask the chef how we can keep it for more than ten years!"

The driver was wordless.

The servant fell to silence.

Winston didn't know what to say.

Aaron was speechless.

"Let me just have a taste." Aaron pointed at the dish in the middle.

After a while, Rachel nodded in agreement. She pinched his finger and gently dipped it into the soup of the dish. "Alright, just have a taste. Don't be too greedy."

Aaron looked at the soup on his finger and then at Rachel.

The driver was silent.

The servant was wordless.

Winston continued to be silent.

Aaron didn't know what he should say.