Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 938

Grandma Aubree and Grandpa Elmer quickly got up, not wanting Anya to do the cooking. After all, having a guest come over and end up in the kitchen just wasn’t the way things were done.

But Hansen was quick to calm them down. "My Anya, don't let her size fool you—she's a pro in the kitchen."

In under ten minutes, Anya emerged with a steaming bowl of noodles.

"Uncle, do you have a juicer?" she asked.

Chad eagerly opened the fridge. "Which one do you need?"

Anya grabbed a lemon and headed back to the kitchen, returning shortly with a small amount of freshly squeezed juice.

She placed it on the table. "Auntie, give this a try. It's super refreshing."

Before her aunt could even reach for the glass, Henry, comfortably nestled in his mom's arms, began drooling with anticipation. "Ah. Ah."

Molly, seated at the table, watched the juice disappear in a couple of sips, feeling a wave of contentment. She took a sip herself, the tangy and cool taste making her mouth water instantly.

The noodle soup was clear and simple, with no trace of oil. A sprinkle of chopped scallions and a half-boiled egg added a touch of color.

Its straightforward yet appetizing look made everyone’s mouth water.

Chad handed Molly a fork and spoon, concern etched on his face. "Molly, have a few bites."

As Chad passed the utensils, Henry stretched out his little arms eagerly.

Mia quickly pulled her son closer, ensuring he didn’t strain himself. "How can you be so greedy? Your dad and I have spent a fortune catering to those little taste buds of yours."

Henry tried his best to reach the dining table.

At home, the family often let him explore freely, sometimes placing him on the coffee table with a fruit bowl as his toy, or on the dining table as their little mascot.

At the Byrnes’ place, he was at it again, trying to grab something from the table.

Mia turned to her husband, "Honey, come and hold your son."

Andre stood up and effortlessly picked up their little foodie.

Hansen glanced at his daughter's half-bowl of sour broth noodles. "Really, is this enough? Just a few bites, and it's gone—not even enough for Henry."

Anya explained, "Grandpa, pregnant women should have smaller, more frequent meals during morning sickness. This way, it’s easier on the stomach. Even if it looks small, it's just right for Auntie."

Molly had already started eating. After barely eating the day before, she was famished now.

The tangy drink further awakened her appetite.

Coleen and Kendrick watched their daughter eat, Coleen’s heart filled with relief as Molly took several bites without feeling nauseous. Coleen couldn’t help but smile, while Chad’s concern for his wife grew even more.

He was ready to whip up more juice for her. In his mind, knowing what his wife liked meant offering her the world.

Anya stopped him. "Uncle, too much might upset her stomach. Half a cup is just right."