Chapter 375: 375: Who is Your Wife

Chapter 375: 375: Who is Your Wife

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Cindy was tidying up and turned her head to look at him when she heard him: “Why?”

“With a wife at home, I feel like every part of the house is great.” Adrian Zhekova said, “When I used to live alone, it was just a place to sleep, not really a home. It was empty and lifeless.”

“Now, there’s the sound of Morgan playing, and the sound of you cooking.” Adrian Zhekova slowly walked towards Cindy and embraced her from behind, “With you two here, I feel incredibly fulfilled.”

Only then did he feel that his life was complete.

Cindy’s ears turned red, and his warm breath was sprinkling on her neck as he spoke.

Her hairs were standing on end.

“Who’s your wife?” Cindy mumbled with her ears still red.

Adrian Zhekova let out a gentle, husky laugh, one after another, knocking into Cindy’s ears.

Cindy’s ears twitched, remembering Adrian saying it last night.

He deliberately lowered his voice, carrying a slight hoarseness, as if he was deliberately teasing her.

Although, Cindy now knew.

But she still couldn’t help but be teased by him.

Cindy used four coconuts to make the Spicy Coconut Chicken Hotpot, leaving one to make Coconut Milk Pudding for Morgan as a beverage.

Seeing Adrian Zhekova still there, Cindy said, “That’s enough; I can handle the rest myself. You go and keep Morgan company.”

Compared to being with Morgan, Adrian Zhekova naturally wanted to stay here with Cindy even more.

Even if he couldn’t help much, watching Cindy cook was a treat in itself.

“Today, Morgan seemed to get closer and closer to you.” Cindy smiled and said, “Throughout today, the two of you have gotten more and more comfortable with each other.”

“You should spend more time with him; I think whatever awkwardness there is between you two will soon be gone.” Cindy was quite satisfied with the progress of the father and son duo.

Adrian Zhekova finally nodded, “Okay, just call me if you need anything.”

“Alright,” Cindy nodded.

Adrian Zhekova’s gaze happened to land on the chicken: “Do you need me to cut the chicken?”

“No need. As long as the method is right, the chicken is easy to break down, and I can finish it quickly,” Cindy said.

Under Cindy’s urging, Adrian Zhekova reluctantly returned to the living room to keep Morgan company.

Cindy poured coconut milk into the pot, added ginger powder, and boiled it, then put in the chopped chicken pieces.

After skimming off the foam, she let it simmer for a while until a yellow layer of chicken fat appeared on the surface.