My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 841

The water kept boiling.

Stanford stopped sweeping the floor and looked up at Phoebe, "the water is boiling."

"What?"

Phoebe was stunned for a while and then realized what Stanford had said.

Her face turned red. She felt so humiliated to stare at Stanford for so long.

Her eyes twinkled. She hurried to the fridge, took another handful of noodles and cooked them in the pot.

She should have asked Stanford how much he would like to eat, but she was so embarrassed and annoyed that she decided to cook at will.

She was too ashamed to talk to Stanford.

Although Stanford had never swept the floor before, he did it quickly.

After cleaning the floor quickly, he walked out of the kitchen and sat down at the table outside.

He waited for the noodles elegantly.

After the man left the kitchen, Phoebe felt relieved and the kitchen became spacious again.

What happened just now was still like a dream for her.

But the man sitting in the restaurant not far away told her clearly that this was the reality.

She didn't expect that she would cook noodles for Stanford one day.

This kind of thing was already very intimate for her. For Phoebe, it might only happen between couples.

This was the first time she had such an intimate contact with Stanford.

After a while, the noodles were ready.

Phoebe carefully mixed the sauce and taste that she thought was the best. After putting the beef on the noodles, she carried two bowls of noodles, one big and one small, on a tray and walked out.

"I don't cook it often. Maybe it doesn't taste good. Make do with it?"

Phoebe gently put a large bowl of noodles in front of Stanford.

Stanford looked at them and frowned slightly.

Phoebe looked at him nervously. She noticed his expression and asked carefully, "What's wrong? Does it look bad?"

The food he ate was always made by a high-level cook. In comparison, her noodles were really not very attractive.

Stanford said in a low voice, "I don't eat spicy food."

Phoebe was embarrassed. She made spicy noodles according to her taste.

Damn it! She should have asked him in advance.

Embarrassed, she reached out to the end of the bowl and said, "I'll cook another bowl for you."

"No need."

Stanford reached out to block Phoebe's hand and said, "I am hungry."

When he blocked her hand, Phoebe involuntarily touched the back of Stanford's hand and felt the heat of his skin.

She immediately put her hand back as if she got an electric shock.

However, Stanford didn't respond. He picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles gracefully.

Even if he had a bowl of ordinary noodles, his noble posture made this bowl of noodles look high-end.

Phoebe wanted to say something more, but she couldn't.

She stared blankly at Stanford eating the noodles she cooked.

Her heart kept beating as if there was an electric motor installed on it.

She asked cautiously, "Does it taste good? Is it spicy? Don’t force yourself."

She liked spicy food, so she thought this bowl of noodles was not too spicy. People who usually ate spicy food would also feel a little spicy.

Besides, if Stanford didn't eat spicy food, he would definitely feel quite spicy.