Chapter 8: Cook for Him

Lizelle's Point of View

My feet quickly reverted to their previous position. I dashed over to his back and examined the tablet he was strolling with his hands. I snatched it from him when I saw Lorenzo's name on one of the calendar numbers. I immediately grinned. He yanked it from my grasp and pointed to the electric stove. There was also a gas stove, but I might use the electric stove as we were the only two people in the house.

I pretended to chuckle at him before walking away and picking up the frying fan. That was something I was thinking about right now. "Hehe. Can you tell me what you want me to cook?" I was still giggling with delight.

"Cook just what you are familiar with. You barely know how to cook, anyway." His tone was usually solemn, and his face was expressionless. He did not pause to press the tablet. I'd stare at him when he closed the iPad, and then he looked at me.

"I'm going to prepare a meal." I held back from slapping him with the frying pan I was carrying, even t