Cordelia raised a brow and did not know whether to laugh or wince.
“He brought fish, vegetables, and a lot of other stuff. Our fridge barely has room!” Xyla frowned and pointed at the balcony. “Look, whatever’s left is piled there! Did he move the supermarket back?”
Cordelia first helped her mother to sit and was going to check in the kitchen when Zephyr came out to serve the dishes. Both of them froze when they made eye contact.
Cordelia lowered her head to avoid his gaze and entered the kitchen.
It was a disaster inside. Cordelia chuckled wryly. She had to clean up the battlefield in the end.
She remembered that when they first got together, he was always waiting to be served like a master. The few times he cooked later, he messed up the kitchen. Cordelia could not figure it out then—were house chores that difficult?
She understood it now. Zephyr had grown up being served. It was already a marvel that he could complete house chores to this extent.
Zephyr placed the last dish of fish on the table and stood aside with his back straightened stiff and his hands grabbing the apron he wore.
Cordelia suddenly felt her heart soften and her eyes wet looking at him covered in sweat.
“Mom…” Zephyr’s voice was deep. “What I made doesn't look good, but they taste decent. Try them!”
Xyla laughed and pulled Cordelia to sit down with her.
Cordelia bit her lips. He had never had to do these back home, had he? Had he ever cooked for his parents? Would he have to stand here to pander so humbly if it were not for her?
They belonged to two different worlds.
Upon thinking of this, Cordelia’s heart clenched. She got up and walked out with her head lowered.
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