This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620 Helping in the Kitchen

Sonia nodded. “I’ll just make some home cooked dishes then.”

“Alright. I’ll help you.” Toby stood up.

As she stared suspiciously at him, she clarified, “You want to help me?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” he countered.

“You’ve never been in the kitchen,” Sonia pointed out while feeling the bowl in her hands. “Are you sure you’d be able to help?”

It wasn’t that she looked down on him.

It was because he had led a comfortable life since birth and never had to engage in menial labor of any sort.

His hands had all along been made for fountain pens, not kitchen knives.

That was the reason why she truly didn’t believe he could help.

Moreover, even Sonia had never done any housework when she was a young child. The only reason why she knew how to cook was because Jean had forced her to learn that skill during the six year marriage to Toby.

Before she married, she hadn’t known how to cook either.

As Toby heard the skepticism in Sonia’s tone, he stiffened. “I can help.”

As a man, he absolutely couldn’t admit to not being able to do something.

Besides, while in Kosovo, he had learned how to make the hangover soup through the internet. That in itself could be counted as learning to cook.

Thus, he shouldn’t have a problem helping out now… Right?

At any rate, that was what Toby thought.

Seeing how earnest he seemed, Sonia didn’t second-guess him any longer.

After all, for him to boldly say such a thing meant he had to have some ability.

Not to mention, considering how much he knew and how well he did in other things, it ought to be no problem for him to help in the kitchen.

With that in mind, Sonia pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said, “Since you want to help, come along then.”

After saying that, she headed toward the kitchen.

An eager Toby followed after her.

When they arrived at the kitchen, she pulled the ingredients for the dishes that they would make from the refrigerator.

First, she placed the squash onto the sink and thereafter, she left a bundle of sweet potato leaves on a plate and handed the plate to him.

Toby blankly stared at it. “Um—”

“Pluck the leaves.” Sonia pointed at the plate. “Once you have done so, put them back onto the plate.”

“Okay…” After he took the plate, he stared at the bundle of sweet potato leaves again, feeling utterly at a loss.

How on earth was he supposed to pluck these greens?

Weren’t they already plucked?

How else was he supposed to pluck them?

Holding onto the plate, he stood there with his glassy eyes, not knowing what to do.

Seeing that he wasn’t moving, a suspicious Sonia asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I’ll go and pluck them outside,” Toby answered with his eyes lowered.

There was no way he could admit to not knowing how to pluck these greens.

He had bragged about his ability to help moments ago and here he was, stymied by the first task that she gave him. Not only was it embarrassing for him, but she might even be disappointed in him.

Thus, it would be better if he left the kitchen and secretly searched the internet for how to prepare these vegetables.

Toby was lucky in the sense that Sonia didn’t suspect him of searching for an excuse to leave the kitchen because he didn’t want her to know of his obliviousness.

Instead, she considered that the kitchen was quite small and indeed quite crowded with both of them inside. Hence, she nodded in agreement. “Go on. There’s a trash bin outside; you can toss whatever is unwanted inside there.”

“Okay,” he answered before leaving with the plate.

Once he was back in the living area, he walked up to the dinner table and placed the plate on it before he produced his cell phone from the pocket of his pajama pants. After unlocking the phone, he took a picture of the leafy green on the plate and used the picture to search the web.

Soon enough, all the information he needed about this vegetable leaped out at him.