My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Found a Suitable Kidney Source

Cynthia came in with a lunch box, the food stacked in layers. Just as Lorenz was about to take it, he saw Alston rush up at once to help her carry her lunch-box, and reprove her. “You should rest today. Why did you not stay at home? How tiring you are cooking so many dishes.”

Cynthia smiled as she was held by him. “I’m not tired. There are servants at home to help, and your mother is at home today. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it’s better for me to go out.”

Alston’s eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, “It won’t be too long.”

Cynthia was picking the dishes from lunch boxes, but she couldn’t hear, so she asked, “What did you say?”

“It’s nothing.” Alston also came over to help.

Cynthia did cook a lot of dishes, and Lorenz was dazzled by all kinds of dishes.

“I know my cousin is here too, so I made a little more. This dish is sweet. I made it for Alston. That dish is spicy, a favorite of my cousin. My skills are not as good as a professional chef. You guys can try it.”

Lorenz let out an exclamation and looked at Cynthia with a smile in his eyes. “You are capable. Alston is a lucky dog.”

As he spoke, he picked up a spicy pork rib with a fork and tasted it. “The taste is good, not worse than that of

a chef.”

Cynthia was shy and sat down next to Alston.

“By the way, Cynthia, what flavor do you like?” Lorenz asked while eating.

Cynthia froze for a moment.

Lorenz smiled. “I like spicy food, Alston likes sweet food, and you? What’s your favorite flavor? Tell me. When you go to Coast City, I will take you to eat delicious food.”

“What do I like to eat?” Cynthia thought. In the past, she often did not have enough to eat at the Miller’s house. Whatever it tasted off, so long as it filled her stomach, she was not so fastidious.

“Alston likes to eat sweets, and I also like to eat sweets now.” Cynthia smiled when she saw Alston, with deep dimples on her face. She had never liked anything before, but now that she had met Alston, she liked what he liked to eat.

Lorenz looked at the affectionate look of the two, and even though he was chewing the spicy pork ribs, he felt

sore.

“Why do you like sweet and greasy things? Alston, are you a man?”

Holding the fork, he fed Cynthia first, then glanced at Lorenz. “Whether I am a man or not, Cynthia knows it better than everyone.”

Cynthia was chewing something. When she heard that, she coughed a few times and almost spat out the food.

Alston poured her a glass of water, patted her back, and said, “Eat slowly.”

Cynthia glared at him. Her cheeks puffed up with anger. She thought, “If he hadn’t said such words, I wouldn’t.

have been choked.”

Alston, seeing her cheeks puff up like a little puff-fish, could not help kissing her.

Lorenz, with his fork in his hand, looked at the two intimates with mixed eyes. He felt that he had lost his appetite and that he was already full from their amorous doings.

When she had finished, Cynthia got up again and took two puddings from the bottom of her lunch-box and

handed them to Alston and Lorenz.

“Cousin, when I saw my mother today, my mother told me that you liked to eat the pudding she made when you were a child. My mother could not do it for you now. I asked her for the recipe and made you some pudding for dessert. Have a try. See if it tastes the same as before.”

When Cynthia had finished speaking, she sat down again. Her slender waist was held by Alston. His warm breath fell upon Cynthia’s ear, and there was a hint of jealousy in his deep voice. “I just counted. You made him one more dish, and you even made him pudding. You’re partial.”

Alston’s eyes were as deep as a vast galaxy, and he looked at her with a trace of resentment.

Cynthia, a little perturbed, thrust another pudding into his hand. “He only has one pudding, but you have two!”

Alston looked at the two puddings in his hand, smiled, and was satisfied.

Lorenz didn’t see that. He took a bit of the pudding. The taste was mellow and full of milk, with a layer of crunchy caramel and almond slices on top, which was full of flavor. It was the taste that Lynn had made for him before.

His eyes were a little red, and he looked up when he had composed himself. Cynthia was staring at him with a faint smile. “Is it delicious?!”

Lorenz felt warm in his heart, and said in a low voice, “It’s delicious!”