Septuplet And Their Super Daddy novel Chapter 38

The more he ate, the more bitter it tasted.

This was not vegetable at all, but a bitter gourd.

After chewing a few times in his mouth, Michael swallowed it in one gulp. Although he wanted to praise Catherine, he couldn't think of any good words when he tasted this dish.

Looking at Michael's bitter expression, Catherine knew what was going on with the dishes she made.

Speaking of which, this was her first-time cooking.

Usually, breakfast would be settled with a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickles.

Michael seemed to know that Catherine was doing this for him, but she did not know how he would feel about it.

"I know I don't cook well, but I just can't learn well. No matter how hard I do it, it's not right." Catherine pouted her small mouth and blamed herself.

"In fact, except for the bitter taste, there are some bright spots." Michael looked at the Catherine and said with a faint smile.

"Well? What's it?"

Hearing Michael's words, Catherine's dim eyes immediately became bright, and she looked at Michael with burning eyes.

"It's a little salty!"

Catherine was stunned for a moment, and then her face darkened again.

"How is this good? It's obviously a weakness, okay?"

'Hmph, as expected, no man could be trusted.'

Michael said, "At least, you know how to put salt."

Hearing this, Catherine opened her attractive mouth and wanted to say something. In the end, she closed her mouth again and began to eat.

She looked at the plate of black vegetables on the table and wanted to have a taste. But in the end, she didn't have the courage to do so.

Michael felt that it was so disgusting that she didn't need to try it at all.

"From now on, I'll make breakfast for you in the morning. Besides, our children need some nutrition in the morning too." Michael said.

"Tick!"

In his heart, Michael was filled with admiration for the system.

He had no choice but to accept it.

"Really?"

Catherine's voice came from the side. She stared at him with her watery eyes, full of expectation.

She had personally experienced Michael's cooking skills. The taste of his dishes was indeed very good.

He could be called a top chef.

Thinking about his past, she had no idea how he could have such brilliant cooking skills.

"Of course, you and I can have no breakfast, but my seven children must have food." Michael stirred up the porridge in the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Ugh...

"Why does this porridge taste so strange?"