Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 283

He couldn’t even remember where he’d left that scarf.

But Selene had once told him that the floral pattern on the scarf was her own design.

A scarf like that wasn’t something you’d find in a department store—it had to be handmade by Selene herself!

Harrison pulled up their household order history, and sure enough, he saw that Selene had purchased a mountain of yarn.

A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. There it was—the undeniable proof. The scarf really had been hand-knitted by Selene.

Then, suddenly, his eyes froze on another item in the same order: an automatic knitting machine.

She must’ve bought it to make scarves, gloves, and hats for the kids, he thought. With two children to care for, there was no way Selene could keep up with all that knitting on her own.

Harrison dug up the old security footage and spotted Selene hunched over the knitting machine.

Apparently, the machine wasn’t fast enough for her, because the next thing he saw was Selene grabbing a power drill and tinkering with the machine, modifying it on the spot.

Ten minutes later, the machine spat out a perfectly finished scarf.

The very same scarf Selene had given him.

Harrison nearly shot out of his chair.

He remembered how, when Selene gifted him the scarf, she’d looked exhausted, stifling a yawn.

He had thought she’d stayed up for nights, painstakingly knitting it for him, stitch by stitch.

Automatically, Harrison tried to comfort himself—technology changes everything, after all. With a knitting machine right there, it made sense for Selene to use it instead of knitting by hand.

Then another memory surfaced: the times he’d brought friends home for dinner and asked Selene to whip up her signature home-cooked dishes.

She’d spent entire afternoons preparing those elaborate meals, all because of his last-minute requests. Some dishes needed less salt, others had to be made with light soy instead of the usual dark, and so on.

Right before his eyes, Selene managed to crank out nine different dishes from a single pot.

She poured water into the pot and gave it a quick rinse.

Because one of Harrison’s friends had specifically requested beef dumplings, Selene tossed store-bought dumplings into the rinsed pot water, threw in some black truffle and pepper for good measure.

In minutes, she’d whipped up a bowl of “fusion” black truffle beef dumpling soup.

Suddenly, everything made sense. No wonder Selene insisted on washing the pot herself—she didn’t want the housekeeper to realize she’d made ten dishes but only dirtied one pot!

And what about those times when he came home unexpectedly and she served him four dishes and soup on short notice?

Now, thanks to the security footage, Harrison finally understood: the meals Selene prepared ahead of time were all pre-made, and the ones she cooked on the spot were always a one-pot affair.

Selene, he thought, was truly a master of shortcuts.