making for me

" So, what are you making for me?." I asked, raising an eyebrow.

I watched as he took out three eggs from the fridge and tried beating them. The end result was his clothes covered with the beaten egg and some egg shells crashed into the egg yolk.

I laughed, clutching my stomach and wiping the tears of laughter on my face.

" Is there anything you are good at other than making a mess of yourself?" I mocked him, laughing and unable to stop.

Alex then took a sieve and tried sieving the mixture to remove god knows what and the whole stuff got stuck in the sieve. Be cursed under his breath.

" It wasn't supposed to be that hard. I saw how he did it so what am I doing wrong?" He murmured to himself.

" Oh, Alex." I said, standing up and approaching him.

" Maybe you should let me handle the cooking and you can just sit there and relax." I suggested and Alex shook his head.

" No, this is for you and I want to do it." He insisted, pouting.

" But look at the mess you are making." I pointed out, lo