Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

“Don’t pretend to be humble.” Peggy Lewis said with a smile, “The judges were eager to eat a second one, that’s a big recognition for you. After all, they have to judge several rounds of the competition in one day, even if they just eat a little bit in each round, they’d be quite full by the end of the day.”

Cindy smiled at her: “Don’t you want to taste the dumplings I made?” Peggy Lewis immediately bowed her head like a food connoisseur: “I do, I do.” “Cindy, can we have some for dinner tonight?” Morgan Clarke couldn’t help but be greedy.

“Sure.” Cindy then invited Peggy Lewis to join them at their house. Peggy Lewis shook her head without thinking: “No, no, I have plans tonight.”

Cindy was very suspicious that Peggy Lewis was not going home with them because of Adrian Zhekova.

Facing Cindy’s suspicious gaze, Peggy Lewis quickly said: “I really do have things to do.”

Of course, the real purpose was to create an opportunity for Cindy and Adrian Zhekova to be alone together.

Adrian Zhekova stood by with a slight smile, thinking that such a good friend, Cindy should make more of.

“Save some for me after you finish making them, I’ll come over and eat them some other day,” Peggy Lewis said.

“Alright,” Cindy had to agree.

Peggy Lewis drove away by herself.

Cindy and Morgan Clarke got into Adrian Zhekova’s car.

Morgan Zhekova consciously sat in the back row, in her own safety seat.

She then asked Cindy to tell her about the specifics of the competition.

Cindy picked out some things to tell her.

As for those who looked down on her, Cindy didn’t mention it.

After all, the final result would speak for itself.

In this group, many people might only see each other once, so there’s no need to care about those people.

“I haven’t updated my video for a while, so I’ll record the process of making my competition dumplings today.” Cindy said.

So, the three of them went to the supermarket first and bought some ingredients they didn’t have at home.

When they returned home, Morgan Zhekova skillfully set up the camera.

Adrian Zhekova saw that even the little girl was busy and he couldn’t just sit idly by.

Otherwise, he would feel like an outsider in this home, which wouldn’t be good.

So, Adrian Zhekova asked Cindy: “Is there anything I can help with?”

Cindy looked at Morgan Zhekova who was busy there, then at Adrian Zhekova, and really didn’t have the courage to assign him any work, so she replied: “There’s nothing to be busy with, just wait, and I’ll prepare some tea for you.”

“No need.” Adrian Zhekova grabbed Cindy’s hand as she began to open the cupboard, “Even Morgan Zhekova is busy, so I shouldn’t be idle on the side. Do you want me to feel uncomfortable here?”

Cindy’s gaze subconsciously fell on his hand.

Even though it wasn’t the first time he’d held her hand, it still felt astonishingly hot.

“Well… well…” Cindy stammered, her mind going blank as he held her hand.

Cindy felt that her reaction was really embarrassing, her face turning red just from him holding her hand.

Adrian Zhekova looked at her flushed cheeks, and his heart was also moved. His thumb unknowingly slid into the palm of her hand.

His fingertips gently hooked her soft and delicate palm.

Cindy was startled.

Was Adrian Zhekova being a lewd pest?

Why else would he hook her palm like that!

But she wasn’t sure.

What if she’d misinterpreted the situation?

Cindy was stifled and was about to ask when Morgan Zhekova came running over with a “thump, thump, thump.”

Startled, Cindy quickly pulled her hand out of Adrian Zhekova’s grasp..