Chapter 622 A Stormy Meal (3)

Consuela sighed inwardly, trying to get her thoughts back and stop thinking about the mess. She threw the washed leaves on the plate and was about to clean up the fish she bought on the way when Terence opened the door and walked in.

"It's better for men to kill fish. It's too bloody." Before Consuela could say anything, Terence took the kitchen knife from her hand and said, "I'll show you what I can do."

Consuela was a little stunned, her hand still holding the kitchen knife. Although she was not very good at killing fish, Terence was a guest invited to dinner anyway. It seemed unreasonable to let the guest do housework.

"Well... I have promised to invite you to dinner. How can I let you do the cooking? Embarrassed, Consuela withdrew her hand. The water from her fingertips dripped on the chopping block, forming a small puddle.

Terence looked out of the door with a smile on his face. He pressed the fish on the chopping block and knocked it unconscious with the knife while quickly splitting its stomach. "The little girl is not used to strangers. You'd better go to look after her. I'll cook the food. Although you are not at my home, you should let me treat you when you come."

Following Terence's gaze, she saw Tristan. Although Tristan was trying hard to get along with Richelle, it was obvious that a man didn't know how to get along with a little baby. She used to see Tristan as cold and indifferent, but now it seemed that he was in a great bustle.

But she still felt a little embarrassed. Consuela refused, "You'd better have a rest. I can do this. If you want to invite me, there will be a chance in the future."

She didn't know if her words made Terence misunderstand the meaning of it. His face was obviously filled with unconcealed joy. "Are you telling the truth?"

Rolling her eyes helplessly, Consuela nodded and said, "Do you think I'm a person who would do anything to cheat you just to prevent you from cooking here?

nd given her so much love.

Whether they were sincere or not.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Tristan can cook." Terence, who was frying the fish, glanced at Tristan and saw him cooking skillfully. He couldn't help saying.

"Except for Consuela, you may be the second person in the world who will eat the food I cook." Tristan replied without raising his head.

Learning to cook or buying real estate in various places, in fact, the original purpose was to go to every place he liked together with Consuela one day.

However, it seemed that Consuela only cared about Richie in her heart all the time.

Even if she chose to come to France with him now, it was just a buffer from the pressure in her heart.

"It's my honor." With a smile on his face, Terence could tell how much Tristan cared about Consuela. "The fish is ready."

"The dishes are ready too."

The two men seemed to be fighting for the first place and put their dishes on the table.

"Consuela, come and have dinner," Tristan shouted after taking off his apron.

Raising her head, she found that it had only taken them half an hour to finish the cooking. It was true that two people cooked together faster than one. Consuela complained in her heart, and walked to the dining table slowly with Richelle's milk bottle in her hand.