The Woman From Hell

Chapter 200

"Alright, I'll choose the filling." Seeing that I was in a good mood, Miss Woods cheered up as well.

"You’re always cooking for us, Miss Woods. Today, you’ll go sit on the sofa and watch TV. Let me cook for you." I pulled Miss Woods to the living room sofa to sit down.

"No, Mrs. Grant. It’s my duty to serve you. Besides, you’re pregnant. How can you cook?" Miss Woods struggled to stand up.

"Just do as she tells you to, Miss Woods. I’m here, I'll help her." Theo’s voice rang out from behind.

Miss Woods looked ambiguously at us and laughed." Alright, alright. Today, this old lady will take advantage of her seniority and wait to be served with food."

When I got back to the kitchen, I picked up the stalks o f celery and began choosing. Theo looked at me with his hands crossed, a skeptical look in his eyes. "Are you sure you know how to make lasagna?"

"Of course. I'll do it myself today so you can taste handmade lasagna. Listen up, a good lasagna has to b e made from scratch. The sheets and filling need to be handmade. That's the secret." I was confident in this

respect because I had learned it from Mom back then.

"What can I do?" Seeing how confident I was, Theo rolled up his sleeves to help.

"First, help me wash some onions and carrots," I instructed.

"Okay."

We bustled about in the kitchen, chatting from time to time. The atmosphere had never been better.

When I saw Theo wearing an apron and working hard i n the kitchen, I could not help but sigh. This was the kind of life I looked forward to as a couple. This was more perfect than I had imagined.

Soon, the minced meat and vegetables were ready. I excitedly chopped up the ingredients and vowed to let Theo admire my knife skills.

However, I soon embarrassed myself and realized I was a big talker.

Unsure if it was because of my fever last night or the fact that I was pregnant, I had no strength in my arm and it became very sore after I chopped less than ten times. It felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

However, I had stated that I would make this meal myself, so it would be a huge humiliation to give up now.

Just as I was in a dilemma, Theo embraced me from behind and took the knife from my hand. He said tenderly, "I told you not to act tough in everything.

Know how to seek help if you can't do something."

Having said that, he began chopping up the ingredients with the knife. He did so very smoothly, looking like a complete expert.

I was stunned, feeling a little awkward to be in his arms.

However, he did not seem to think so as he rested his head on my shoulder. While humming a song, he chopped rhythmically.

Left with no other choice, I rested in his arms and watched as he chopped up the meat into cubes.

When he was done chopping up the ingredients, I mixed them with some seasoning and began making the sheets.

Just like when I was chopping the ingredients, I ran out of strength after just a while. Theo continued to embrace me and made the sheets.

After having just experienced it, I did not feel so awkward this time. I directed him while in his arms, telling him the amount of ingredients needed and the thickness of the sheets required.

"You're stupid. I told you to make it thinner but you’re either making it too thick or too thin. Don’t you know how to make it just nice?" After directing Theo for the nth time but to no avail, I shouted in anger.

"The fault is clearly yours. You're not directing me well. Now you're blaming me instead?" he complained.

He was very close to me, and the warm breath when h e spoke sprayed on my face, making it very itchy. I was extremely angry and accidentally wiped a handful of flour on my face. I pointed at him and said," You're the one who can't pick up the skill quick enough yet you’re blaming me?"

He looked at my face and roared out in laughter. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"What are you laughing at?" Could Mr. Theo Grant have lost his mind because he failed to learn how to make lasagne sheets?

"Look at your face. It's so hilarious..." He laughed so hard that it was impossible to straighten his back.

Puzzled, I walked into the bathroom and realized that I had wiped my face without realizing that there was flour on my hand. My face was full of flour at the moment and most importantly, it looked really stylish too.

"It's all your fault, Theo. How dare you laugh at me?!" I grabbed a handful of flour without thinking too much and smacked it on his face. 1

All of a sudden, Theo's fair and charming face turned completely white.

After taking my revenge and looking at his wretched face, I could not help but hold my stomach in laughter.