Triplets’ Mighty Mom Novel novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392

It Belongs to a Client He would have needed to prepare a few simple dishes or some fried eggs. After punching the code on the keypad to open the door, Silas entered and made his way straight to the kitchen as usual. However, today, he noticed a familiar figure in the kitchen and looked pleasantly surprised. Is this woman preparing breakfast?

He increased his pace to walk toward the kitchen.

It was most probably due to the humming of the cooker hood that she did not realize him walking toward her.

When Silas took a good look of Camila, he was about to burst in laughter for the weirdest reason because she was in full gear-she had her glasses and her mask on while wearing a pair of gloves on top of being equipped with an apron as well. She held a spatula while flipping the fried egg in the pan tentatively. The most observant element was that she seemed to have invested her energy because the fried egg was in a heart shape that was held in place by a curved sliced sausage.

The longer he stared at her, the more he wanted to laugh. She doesn’t even know how to cook, but she’s trying out the tricky stuff. She is the typical kind of student, who is eager to run before they can even walk.

From the corner of Silas’s eyes, he noticed that there were a handful of sausages on the cutting board, which had been sliced through. It seemed that Camila had dedicated a lot of work to achieve three heart-shaped fried eggs.

Furthermore, it seemed as if she had crushed an egg because there were remnants of the egg’s amniotic fluid on the board. Naturally, he turned to steal a glance at the trash can, and true enough, there were some broken eggshells in there. Just then, the fried egg sizzled and sent some oil in Camila’s direction, shocking her until she took a few steps backward. She stared fixedly at the fried eggs and looked like she was ready to fight someone. Finally, Silas burst out in laughter and frightened her. She turned abruptly to face him. “Y-Y-You scared me! When did you come in?” He chuckled while leaning against the doorframe. “I just arrived. Why are you cooking?”? ”

She answered innocently, “I can’t always be eating breakfast that you’ve prepared for me, can I? Look, don’t you think my heart-shaped fried eggs look good?” Although the fried eggs in the pan were slightly burned, she looked gleeful while pointing at it. He nodded. “It’s not bad at all.”

Her clothing could have been an overkill and the kitchen was clearly in a mess, but it