Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1871

"Woah, Aunt Susan, you're amazing. That means well get to eat both Kurt's and your cooking in the future!"

"What's the matter? Are you losing interest in my food after eating my cooking for so long?" a certain someone grumbled.

The girl quickly consoled, "Of course not. How can I possibly do that? My Kurt's cooking is the tastiest of all. Come on, let's go wash up now.

She was getting more and more shameless in flaunting her relationship.

Even Susan's face was red as she watched them.

Soon, Ian and Sigrun came out as well. Sigrun was equally delighted to see the scrumptious meal.

"Oh my god, Ms. Susan, you're amazing! You've actually made so much delicious food!"

"It's nothing. They're just normal homecooked dishes." Susan quickly shook her head humbly.

However, just as she said that, the girl named Sigrun began studying the breakfast spread.

"I think Ian will like the sandwich and milk. I'll get some condensed milk for you."

With that said, she went to the refrigerator for the condensed milk.

When Susan noticed that, she took out the pot of oatmeal she had prepared earlier from the kitchen and put it in front of Ian.

"He doesn't eat that. He prefers oatmeal. Come, Ian, eat up. These are your favorites. I've even made a plate full of steamed buns for you."

Susan then smiled as she served the dishes.

Sigrun, who was In front of the refrigerator, froze. Then, she turned to look at the two of them.

Even Ian frowned when he saw the food. He then asked, "These are my favorites?"

Susan replied, "Yes, you loved the oatmeal I made most when we were at the University of Pollerton. You'd even have a few bowls of it every time I make it."

Ian fell silent, and so did Sigrun.

Even Kurt and Vivian, who had just come out of the room upstairs, lowered their heads and looked at the trio.

In the end, Ian scooped up a spoonful and ate it. However, everyone noticed that he stopped after a few bites. Instead, he took the milk and sandwich that Sigrun had prepared for him.

The living room turned quiet.

"Ms. Susan, could it be that you've remembered it wrongly? We've been staying here with Ian for half a year, and he has never asked me to prepare these for breakfast. He prefers milk and sandwiches," Sigrun questioned.

Susan did not speak.

She only looked at the young man, who was digging into his breakfast as if nothing was happening around him, in a daze. All of a sudden, a thought entered her mind, and the feelings of remorse and sorrow nearly suffocated her.

That's right. He never had anything he liked nor disliked. He ate anything I made for him as long as I'm the one who made it. He has never been picky, and he always polished everything off his plate. That's why I thought he liked it. The truth is that Ian has always been considerate of me. He's actually a picky eater.

Susan retreated to the kitchen. For a long, long time, she never re-emerged.

"Ian, what are you doing? Aunt Susan prepared all these for you early in the morning. How can you be so mean? Even if you don't like them, you should've eaten them!"

Vivian, who had seen the moment, furiously began lecturing her brother once she went down the stairs.