Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 206

Patrick felt as if he had been caught in the heart in an instant, and his heart ached.

This was the first time Aimee showed such a side in front of him.

He didn't ask Aimee what she dreamed about, but just patted her on the back and comforted her constantly.

Aimee took a while to finally come back to her senses and calm down.

She withdrew from Patrick's arms and asked suspiciously, "Darling, what are you doing?"

The kitchen, no matter how it looked, didn't fit Patrick.

He appeared here, quite discordant.

Patrick said, "I'm making breakfast."

Aimee was shocked when she heard the words, and then thought of it. When she was treating Patrick, he had proposed that after he recovered, he should treat her to a proper meal.

However, until now, none of them had eaten the meal.

Aimee blinked, looked at Patrick, and asked, "Darling, are you going to use this breakfast to get rid of me?"

If that was the case, it can't be possible.

She was not so easily to be fooled.

Patrick laughed lightly, pinched Aimee's face gently, and said, "In your heart, I'm such a stingy person?"

Aimee said in her heart that no matter how she felt, it was true that she didn't eat the meal he invited.

Therefore, it was useless to say these now.

Patrick knew what she was thinking, and said helplessly, "I remember. I take it seriously."

The tone in which he said this seemed to be coaxing Aimee, treating her like a child, with a gentle and doting meaning.

Aimee laughed instantly, thought for a while, and said, "Then I have to think about what to eat, and I want to eat the most expensive one."

Patrick laughed. This girl was telling him on purpose that she was already in a good mood, and told him not to worry.

She was not a money-grubber, so it didn't seem like she would say it at all.

"Okay, I will help you to look for it to see which one is better." Patrick said.

Aimee nodded, then looked into the pot in the kitchen, and asked, "Darling, what are you cooking?"

It smelt delicious, but she didn't know how it tasted.

"Seafood porridge," Patrick said.

Aimee was startled again. Although it was not difficult to cook seafood porridge, it was not a simple dish for someone who had never set foot in the kitchen.

Patrick came up to challenge this, and Aimee felt that he was really brave.

Patrick had already opened the lid to let the fragrance waft out more, and said to Aimee, "Aimee, come, have a taste and see how my cooking is?"

Aimee walked over and took a sip of the spoonful of porridge that Patrick scooped out.

Then…

Her expression froze.

Sure enough, what she guessed was correct that Patrick's cooking skill ... was really...

Aimee said, "It's so salty."

Patrick frowned, and tasted the spoon of the porridge that Aimee had tasted suspiciously, and now his expression froze.

Really, it was salty enough.

He said, "I obviously didn't add much salt."

Aimee also became puzzled when she heard him say that.

Logically speaking, if there was not much salt, it must be a problem with the ingredients.

Her eyes fell on the crab in the porridge, and she asked, "Darling, what is this crab?"

She looked at it. Why didn't it look like a fresh crab?

Aimee picked up a piece of crab, and put it in her mouth to taste it. Sure enough, the taste of this crab was not the taste of fresh one.

This was clearly...

"Darling, this is a salted crab." Aimee said helplessly.

This kind of salty crab was marinated and it was actually eaten raw. If it was cooked, it will be so salty that people will suffocate.