You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 306

Kenneth seemingly discerned Denise and Anthony's surprise, but he didn't react much.

After all, they would have to get accustomed to it slowly.

Closing the door gently, he walked over and greeted, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Daddy!” Denise greeted with a grin, immediately putting on a new expression despite her shock.

Anthony kept silent as he scrutinized Kenneth. While he acknowledged the man as his father, such rapid progress still caught him off guard.

Subsequently, Kenneth went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator for a look.

Denise trotted over and queried, “Are you hungry, Daddy?”

Kenneth glanced over his shoulder at her. “Are you all not in the habit of eating breakfast?”

“We do eat breakfast!” Denise replied.

“In that case, just sit and wait,” Kenneth urged.

Only then did Denise realize that Kenneth was going to prepare breakfast.

When she saw the man taking out eggs, milk, and bread from the refrigerator, she was rather skeptical. “Are you planning to prepare breakfast, Daddy?” she asked in surprise.

“Why, is there a problem?” Kenneth quirked an eyebrow.

“Can you... cook?” Denise questioned.

Kenneth smiled. “You'll know in a while!”

Seeing how he was wholly confident, Denise's eyes twinkled. To her, men who were handsome and could cook were really outstanding. In fact, she could already imagine how charming her father was going to be when he cooked.

Hence, she sat before the countertop docilely, prepared to enjoy the “scenery.”

Anthony also walked over and watched at the side.

However, in the next second, Kenneth turned the knob on the stove repeatedly, but there was no fire.

“Press it down while you turn it!” Anthony couldn't help instructing.

Under his guidance, Kenneth successfully turned on the fire. Then, he turned back to Anthony and explained solemnly, “I'm not used to using this.”

Words eluded Anthony.

It's all the same, okay ?

Nonetheless, he didn't say that out loud since it was better to leave some things unsaid.

Then, Kenneth poured oil into the pan. All at once, he filled almost half the pan with oil.

As Denise watched, her eyes promptly went as wide as saucers.

However, Kenneth didn't realize anything amiss.

A second before he cracked an egg into it, Denise spoke up. “Isn't the oil a little too much, Daddy?”

At her question, Kenneth glanced back over his shoulder at her. “Is it?”

“This much oil can last us for half a month!” “Really?” Kenneth inquired. Seemingly concurring that there was too much oil, he picked up the pan and poured the oil into the sink.

Good Lord! He poured it all away!

Denise gaped at him, wanting to stop him from doing so, but it was already too late.

What a spendthrift!

Eyeing the remaining oil in the pan, Kenneth felt that it was just right and continued preparing breakfast.

If nothing else, the way he held the pan gave others the illusion that he often cooked.

Alas, when he cracked the egg in the next heartbeat, even the egg shells fell into the pan.

Uh...

Denise frowned upon witnessing that.

Why is it different from what I imagined? Where's the handsome man who's good at cooking? This... is simply too devastating'.

In the kitchen, Kenneth continued cracking eggs mixed with shells into the pan. Verily, it was a pretty appalling scene. Soon, the food burned.

A black, charred lump marred with eggshells lay in the pan.

As Kenneth eyed it, his brows creased.

Why does it look different from what I saw on the internet?

Just as he was going to stick his hand into the pan to pick out the eggshells, someone suddenly appeared beside him without warning.

“If you do that, your hand is going to get burned as well,” Anthony warned.

“What should I do, then?” Kenneth queried.

Taking the pan from the man,

Anthony dumped the black, charred mess into the trash can.