Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 337

Eventually, Lawrence had gone back to his parents' house to properly learn the recipe, and the buns he made after that looked incredibly professional.

The moment Bonnie took the first bite, the familiar flavor hit her.

Everyone had their own unique touch when cooking, and you could always taste the difference. Not to mention, Lawrence's messy pleats on the dough were just as ugly as they had been years ago.

Lawrence leaned his arm against the roof of the car, shielding her from the harsh sun, and laughed. "You actually recognized it? I made them this morning. Not bad, right? I haven't lost my touch."

"I can't get used to the food here in Oasinia. This is exactly what I was craving."

He didn't mention that he had stayed awake all night, tossing and turning. Not knowing what to do with himself, he had eventually gotten out of bed, grabbed June, and stared blankly at the river view outside his window.

The longer he stared, the more the memories clawed their way into his mind.

He remembered lying in his hospital bed when Bonnie told him to hurry up and recover so he wouldn't waste his culinary talents.

So, as dawn broke, he decided to make breakfast.

His housekeeper was an expert at making hearty, traditional meals and kept the pantry fully stocked. Lawrence chose to make the steamed buns, though he was painfully out of practice.

It had been so long since he last cooked that he ended up making a total mess of his pristine kitchen.

The buns looked terrible, and in his rush out the door, he had almost forgotten to grab June.

But hearing Bonnie instantly recognize his cooking sent an indescribable thrill straight to his heart.

She took another bite, lowering her eyes as she sipped the warm porridge. "It's really good. Thank you."

"Anytime," Lawrence flashed a bright grin.

The movers finished registering and were ready to head up. Since it was graduation season, vehicles were allowed on campus, and visitors could go up to the rooms, provided the dorm matron escorted them.

Lawrence's lips curved upward. "I know."

Watching his retreating back, Bonnie scooped up little June and rubbed her cheek against the puppy's soft head. There was no doggy smell; he was clearly giving her a sponge bath every day.

"Silly June, we're going home," Bonnie said, her eyes crinkling with happiness.

She hurried after the movers, squeezing past them in the narrow stairwell.

The apartment was on the second floor. Her landlord, Professor Sterling, had divided The Heritage Villa into three units. Elena, the tenant on the first floor, also had a dog, so Bonnie felt perfectly at ease bringing June here.

The interior was impeccably clean. Despite the building's age, it didn't feel rundown at all. Bonnie hurried up the stairs and found a mountain of delivery boxes piled up outside her door.

It was her new shoe cabinet, desk, and some decorative pieces she had ordered online.

With so much stuff, unpacking was going to take the entire day.