The Waltz of Hearts(3)

5

On the first day of cooking, I blew up the kitchen.

Cayden wished he could kill me.

He kept scolding me as he dealt with the mess I created.

He was not very skilled at this kind of work.

I stood pitifully on the side, helping and apologizing.

The next day, I did manage to cook something, something carbonized.

With a cold face, he asked me to stop.

I promised that I would definitely improve.

On the third day of cooking, I cooked something that looked like food but was not really edible.

On the fourth day of cooking, my cooking became edible. But as picky as Cayden was, he only tried one scoop.

...

After the seventh day of my efforts in the kitchen, he began to dine with me.

"Alas, you smartass, you can learn anything so quickly."

"What?"

"I mean, my Lea is so capable. You cook pretty well now."

"As long as you like it, I will put my heart into it every day from now on." I pursed my lips and smiled implicitly, but there was no real joy in my eyes.

From then on, I took