Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 167

Sylvia felt heartbroken when she heard this.

The child is recovering from a cold. His stomach, intestines and throat are delicate and he is still taking medicine. How can he eat spicy food?

"Hendrick, what do you want to eat? Mommy will make it for you right now." She stood up immediately and asked.

Hendrick thought for a moment and replied. "Mommy, I want to have clear vegetable porridge, stir-fried minced meat with sour beans, and thin-skin dumplings."

"Okay, you wait here first. Mommy will go down and do it soon." Sylvia kissed his forehead, turned and walked downstairs.

"Mommy, I'll go with you." Hendrick didn't want to stay alone in the bedroom and followed her down.

In the kitchen, Sylvia became busy.

She was no stranger to this kitchen. She had worked here for two years and cooked for Arthur every day. She was very good at using it.

She cooks porridge, cuts meat, mixes noodles, and stir-fries all at once.

Hendrick followed beside her, talking every now and then. He followed Sylvia wherever she went, just like a little follower.

When Arthur came back, he saw that the kitchen was in full swing. The pot was steaming. The woman was concentrating on cooking. His son is beside her, pointing here and there and asking questions from time to time. The woman patiently explained. How warm and harmonious of a picture is this scene.

He stood somewhat absent-mindedly.

"Okay, it's time to eat." At this time, Sylvia wiped her hands on her apron, picked up the iron spoon, and a bowl of hot thin-skin dumplings came out of the pot.

"Let's eat." Hendrick smiled and quickly climbed to the dining table and sat down. He put his hands on the dining table and looked at his Mommy.

Sylvia put the food on the table and opened the casserole with a smile.

Immediately,

A fragrance lingers in the air.

"Wow, that's so delicious. Thank you, Mommy." Hendrick clapped his hands.

He didn't see Arthur standing aside at all, and even called out for his mother.

"Come on, let's eat." Sylvia picked up a bowl, filled it with porridge. She put it in front of Hendrick, and began to take care of him eating dumplings.

Six years ago, whenever he sat calmly at the dining table, Sylvia would serve him food. She filled the bowls for him, ladle soup, wait on him like a nanny, and take care of him as comfortably as a child. She did all these, every day without fail.

But today, after he sat down at the dining table, she didn't even look at him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He cleared his voice again.

"Daddy, if you want to eat, go ahead and help yourself." Even Hendrick saw what he was thinking and spoke without raising his head.

Well, now, Arthur's old face was a little helpless.

Sylvia also raised her head, "Mr. Bridgewater, I made a lot today. If you want to eat, you can get it for yourself."

After saying that, she lowered her head and picked up pickled beans for Hendrick.

Well, Arthur was really hungry. This familiar smell of food had a fatal temptation on him. Sylvia had nothing to do with him now, and he couldn't force himself to enjoy that kind of treatment.

He stood up, got bowls and chopsticks, filled with some porridge, and ate the dumplings.