Part 10 After eating, he asked me if I could pick him up again next week. I chuckled and put on his safety helmet, sending him back to the main house, I did not originally plan to go in, but Camilla and Matilda stopped me and invited me to at least have a cup of tea before leaving with complicated eyes. My son also invited me to go upstairs to play with him for a while. I had not seen his room for many years, but I could. not resist the temptation and followed him over. On the third floor, I accidentally saw Henry in the study room, holding a video meeting at home. I froze in place for an unknown amount of time, until my son reached out and tugged at me, then I came back to my senses and went into the room with him. After accompanying my son absent–mindedly for a while, I looked at the time and said to him, “Dante, Mommy should go home now. If I’m free next week, I’ll come to see you again. ” “Can I go back to your home with you? Bring Daddy with you. ” Blood was thicker than water. I did not know if the Quinton Family taught him these words, but I could feel the boy’s sincerity. If there’s a chance, of course we can. But only you, we won’t play with Daddy. ” Even in front of a child, I did not want to lie, so that he did not have expectations and felt disappointed. When I walked out of the room, Henry was already standing not far away, waiting for me. He smiled at me and asked, “Are you hungry?” I had just eaten for less than two hours, but as I looked at the creases in the corner of his eye, I paused and did not refuse his implicit invitation. T’m quite hungry, what’s going on? Do you want to cook?” “Well, I’ll go cook for you. ” We went to the kitchen and dining room on the first floor of the main house together. There was no one here. The man asked me what I wanted to cat and after getting a reply of “everything is fine“, he took out a clean white porcelain clay pot. He started washing rice and making chicken porridge. Actually, his cooking skills were better than mine. When I was abroad, I often made a fuss about wanting to eat Asian food. At that time, we did not have a lot of money to go to a restaurant. After finishing his part–time job for a whole day, he did not forget to go into the supermarket at eight or nine in the evening, pick up some discounted dishes and chicken and cook delicious food for me in different ways. I did not often eat porridge. I usually ate it when I was sick and I did not have much appetite Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All Books Updates… Thinking back to the past, a faint smile appeared on my face unconsciously. I did not urge Henry, nor did he chat with me about anything irrelevant. Hé concentrated on cooking chicken porridge and I concentrated on waiting for food. For a moment, it seemed like nothing had changed between us. This time, he cooked porridge for the longest time. I did not know if it was because the heat was too high or the time was too long, but the kitchen began to smell burnt. Henry turned a blind eye to this and finally, he raised the clay pot, did not even turn off the heat and directly brought it all to me, filling a large bowl for me. The distance was so close, I was very certain that the bottom of the pot had already burnt. But I did not say anything and started enjoying the delicious food I would never eat again. “Is it tasty?” He was eager to know if I liked it or not. Seeing me nod, he did not believe it and took a spoon to taste it from my It was bitter. There was no seasoning and the bottom of the pot was burnt, which was worse than unpalatable. How could this happen? I heard him muttering to himself. He said he clearly put salt and pepper in it. “Don’t eat it, I’ll make another one. ” He reached out and grabbed my bowl, but he seemed to have forgotten that the porridge was just served. His palm touched the hot bowl and it burned. He immediately let it go until the bowl fell and the porridge spilled onto the table. I frowned and said, “Henry, you don’t need to cook it, I’m full. “No, it doesn’t taste good, wait for me, it will be quick. ” He talked to me while clearing up the mess in front of him with I watched helplessly as his hands turned red and swelled quickly, his skin and flesh were burned. I spoke coldly, “Don’t pretend to be pitiful. I don’t feel any heartache. ” I did not lie to him. At this moment, looking at him with half of his white hair, I only had a twisted pleasure of heaven’s good fortune within me. It was his turn. He deserved it all.