Chapter 188

"What would you like to eat?" Quentin asked as he walked out.

Noelle answered, "Spaghetti!"

He responded, "I'll make some for you."

The couple arrived at the kitchen. He took a pot and filled it halfway with water under the faucet. Then, he poured flour onto the kitchen counter to make pasta dough.

The flour was dusted all over the man. Quentin glanced at his now-flour-covered, brand-new loungewear and frowned.

Her lips twitched. Noelle couldn't believe that he had made such a mess in the short time it took her to answer a phone call. Moreover, with that much flour, how many eggs would they need to make the pasta dough, and how much spaghetti were they planning to make? How long would this take them?

Quentin, on the other hand, was still enthusiastically pouring flour onto the kitchen counter. He accidentally poured too much flour, so he started cracking open more eggs. Then, he added too many egg yolks, so he added more flour again.

His fingers were now stuck in the dough,