My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 347

Chapter 347 You Are So Lucky to Have a Wife Like Me

The lounge was quite luxurious, with a fully equipped restaurant kitchen, although Kenneth had never

cooked here. At most, he just rested and slept here. There was his private chef in the company, so he

didn't need to cook by himself, and of course, he didn't know how to cook and had never been in the

kitchen.

Kenneth reached his arm around her slender waist, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. "What are you

doing?" he asked.

"I'm peeling shrimp. When I came back today, I happened to pass by the supermarket and bought

some groceries. I will cook fried shrimp with scrambled eggs for you. I also steamed the rice."

As she spoke, Kenneth's stomach actually growled. The meal he had at Floweret Garden tasted like

rubber. He kissed her clean and soft face with his thin lips, feeling warm and soft in his heart. It turned

out that she went to the supermarket to buy groceries for him.

"Mrs. Lucero, I didn't know you can cook."

"Of course, my cooking skills are very good, and I can definitely satisfy your appetite," Arabella turned

her head and glanced at him. "Mr. Lucero, you are so lucky to have a wife like me, aren't you?"

Kenneth pinched her soft waist, and her curved waist line was like the narrow-mouthed of a porcelain

vase, making his hands linger. "If Mrs. Lucero could also satisfy me in other aspects, that would be

even better."

"... "

Arabella stuffed a shrimp into his mouth directly!

Kenneth ate the shrimp and took off the gloves on her hand. "Let me peel the shrimp." Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was probably the first time that Kenneth did it by himself.

"Okay, Mr. Lucero, I'll leave the shrimp to you then."

Soon, a simple dinner was ready. Kenneth picked up his fork and spoon, and Arabella walked out of

the kitchen. "Okay, let's eat."

Kenneth looked at it. Arabella made a dish of rice topped with tender shrimp and fried shrimp with

scrambled egg, along with butter-fried broccoli sprinkled with crushed seaweed in a heart-shaped form.

It looked, smelled and tasted delicious, arousing his appetite.

Kenneth saw that she had stewed two bowls of soup. He opened the lid of one bowl, and it was

spareribs soup, while the other one was for him...

"What kind of soup did you make for me?" Kenneth asked.

Arabella's gaze was a little evasive. "It's just... a nourishing soup. Try it, it's delicious."

After Arabella finished speaking, she ran into the kitchen.

But Kenneth stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms. "Why are you running? You're

acting sneaky. What kind of soup did you make for me?"

"Well..." Arabella bit her red lips, her voice soft and tender. "It was getting late, and the supermarket

was about to close. They had a discount, and there was only a portion of... pizzle left, so I bought it."

So, it was pizzle soup? And it was what she got on sale?

Kenneth raised his eyebrows. "Mrs. Lucero, how could you buy pizzle in the supermarket? Aren't you

afraid of being laughed at?"

Arabella's face turned as red as an apple, but she boldly replied, "What's wrong with buying pizzle for

my husband? Who would dare to laugh at me?"

In fact, she didn't tell Kenneth that she was particularly cowardly at the supermarket, and she simply

grabbed the pizzle and ran away. She even wished she could wear a mask on her face, afraid that

others would find out that she bought pizzle.