Chapter 895 Unless You Wanted to Eat Burnt Toast
Zephyr took another bite of the dish. This time, it wasn't salty. Jane must not have mixed it well while cooking.
He silently swallowed and moved on to the other dishes. Jane had also made Baked Tomato Pasta and a vegetable salad. Zephyr started with the pasta. Usually, his version was on the sweeter side, but Jane's was salty. He didn't say anything and tried the salad next. It was bland.
Zephyr glanced at Jane across the table. She was eating quietly.
"Jane, you don't cook often, do you?" he asked.
Jane looked up. "How did you know?"
"Because someone who cooks regularly wouldn't have such poor skills," Zephyr replied.
"Is it not to your taste?" Jane asked.
Zephyr didn't want to hurt her feelings. "It's okay."
Jane sighed. "Sorry, I live alone, so I rarely cook. I usually just grab something to eat outside."
'No wonder,' Zephyr thought. Jane was a police officer, often on missions. She might get a call during a meal and have to leave immediately, so she wouldn't have the leisure to cook. He looked at her eating quickly yet elegantly, feeling a bit sorry for her. This must be a habit she developed over the years, eating quickly in case she got called away on a mission. Jane was really not like other delicate women.
"Stop eating," Zephyr said, taking the fork from her hand.
Jane was stunned. "Why? I'm not full yet."
Zephyr teased, "Your cooking is worse than burnt toast, and you can still eat it? Give me a few minutes."
He picked up the two dishes and headed to the kitchen. Jane watched his back, frowning. 'Is Zephyr going to cook again?'
"What are you talking about? The dishes I made are quite good, definitely not worse than burnt toast!" she called after him.
Zephyr ignored her and, after entering the kitchen, dumped the two dishes into the trash. Then he quickly found some fresh ingredients and made three new dishes—the same ones he had thrown away.
At the dining table, Jane rested her chin on her hand, waiting for Zephyr out of boredom. When he finally finished, she said somewhat unhappily, "Wasting food is shameful."
Zephyr placed the three dishes on the table and sat down across from her. "Eat first, then criticize me."
Jane glanced at the new dishes and raised an eyebrow. They indeed looked much better than hers. She forked some food and put it in her mouth. She had to admit, these dishes were much tastier than hers! She then tried the Baked Tomato Pasta.
"So you like sweet Baked Tomato Pasta?" she asked.
Zephyr added some soup to her bowl. "Isn't Baked Tomato Pasta supposed to be sweet?"
Jane was noncommittal. "Salty Baked Tomato Pasta is also quite good."
Zephyr looked at her and asked, "Which is better, sweet or salty?"
Jane glanced at him and reluctantly praised, "The sweet one is better, okay? Your cooking is indeed much better than mine!"
Zephyr smiled, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment as he watched her eat with relish.
"Zephyr, it seems you cook quite often?" Jane asked, swallowing her food.
Zephyr elegantly sipped his soup and joked, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Yeah, a man without a wife has to do everything himself to live well," Zephyr said with a smirk.
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Even if you have a wife, you'll still have to do everything yourself. Unless you want to eat burnt toast."
Was Jane hinting at marriage? Zephyr lowered his eyes, continuing to eat, but his expression softened. If they did end up together, he'd be happy to cook for her.
After dinner, Jane started cleaning the kitchen. Zephyr wanted to help but she stopped him. "Alright, you go rest. I may not be good at cooking, but I can at least wash dishes."
Zephyr teased, "Not necessarily. You don't cook often, so you probably don't wash dishes much either. Don't let your hands shake while washing."
Jane snorted. "Don't worry, if I break one dish, I'll compensate you with ten."
Zephyr laughed. "That's a deal."
Jane glared at him and headed to the kitchen. Zephyr sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Thinking about their kiss before dinner, he felt a bit hot. He quickly switched to a news channel to distract himself.
The clear voice of the female anchor filled the room. Zephyr glanced towards the kitchen. Watching Jane busy herself, his expression softened. Maybe it was because he had been lonely for too long, but he suddenly longed for a peaceful life.
With a crash, the sound of breaking dishes came from the kitchen. Zephyr rushed in and saw Jane squatting down to pick up the pieces. He hurriedly pulled her up. "Don't pick them up. Are your hands hurt?"
"I'm fine," Jane said, looking at the shattered plate. "Sorry, I broke two of your plates. I'll buy twenty more tomorrow."
Zephyr chuckled. "Alright, it's just me at home. I don't need so many plates."
Jane paused. "Then I'll buy two."
"No need, I have extra plates at home." Zephyr grabbed cleaning supplies to clean up the mess.
"I'll do it," Jane insisted.
"No, I'm afraid you'll get hurt, and then I'll have to take care of you," Zephyr said.
Jane looked innocent. "Sweeping the floor isn't hard."
Zephyr raised an eyebrow. "Is washing dishes hard?"
Jane was speechless. Seeing her at a loss for words, Zephyr felt triumphant. He had always been under Jane's thumb, and now he finally had a victory!
"Don't just stand there, go watch TV."
Jane nodded. "Alright, thank you."
Zephyr cleaned up the kitchen and then went out. He thought Jane would be in the living room watching TV, but it was empty. Puzzled, he wondered if she had left when he saw Jane coming out of the bathroom, holding his freshly changed shirt and underwear.
Zephyr was stunned. Jane had gone to wash his clothes. Not only did she wash his shirt, but she also washed his underwear!
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