Belongs to Other Women

The Part 26

Still Max POV's.

I tried to forget the vibration that was felt earlier and then refocused on the cooking I was going to make.

Quite simple. The plan is I'll make a capcay. All of them are full of vegetables. I took some of the materials I bought. There are white mustard, broccoli, cabbage, carrots, potatoes, baby corn and green tomatoes. All the ingredients I wash and then I cut fine according to my taste. Some are cut in length, boxes, flat even sheets.

I heat a frying pan with a little cooking oil and then put in a little margarine. Saute the shallots and garlic that have been finely chopped together with slices of onions and chili. Add pieces of chicken, shrimp, mushrooms and also baso slices. Stir and let stand for about five minutes.

Then re-insert all types of vegetables that have been prepared, stirring. Dab a little salt, sugar and seasoning oyster sauce to make it more savory. Stir while putting about 100 ml of water and let it boil. After boiling, last input the cornstarch solution and stir until thickened. Now my simple capcay is done.

There was a smile on both corners of my lips. I was satisfied to see the results of the dishes that had been served in the pan. Then I took out two plates that Lisa had told me where they were, poured the capcay into each plate, split it evenly.

Slowly I stepped up, carrying the two plates to the dining table and arranging them. Provide two glasses filled with mineral water. While glancing at the door of Lisa's room that was still tightly closed. There's no sound I can hear from here. Not even the sound of water rustling from inside his bathroom was heard. I sighed, then shrugged both of my shoulders to declare a fool with what the alley did Lisa inside her own room.

While waiting for him to come out of his room, I again finished some groceries that I had not had time to put in the kitchen. Like some snacks and a few bottles of drinks boxes and cans that I put in the refrigerator. There is a bit of pride in seeing the contents of Lisa's refrigerator filled quite fully. Well, at least he can cook himself too when he is lazy to leave the house later.

After I finished with all that, I took off the apron I was wearing and hung it on the back of the dining table chair and I sat on the chair. I glanced at my watch, it had been almost thirty-five minutes Lisa was in there. Again I exhaled violently, reached into my pants pocket and took a thin, sophisticated object. I played my phone to kill the saturation while waiting for him to come out.

A few minutes later, Lisa's bedroom door finally opened. He came out in his pajamas and was complete with the top of his hair wrapped around a towel. 'Old message, he shampooed anyway!' I open my heart while nodding my head.

Lisa walked over to me who was ready to eat at the dinner table. I took this phone out of my hand and put it next to the dinner plate.

I sighed again slowly then blinked my eyes briefly and looked at her again. The question he asked seemed to have no guilt. I was obviously waiting for him to eat together.

“Nungguin, self-feeding time.” I purposely said that, so that he felt guilty for letting me wait a long time. Suddenly my stomach rang and the sound was heard clearly reaching his ears, making him laugh for a moment.

I rubbed my face, then told her to quickly sit down in the chair next to me and start eating. But before that, I felt that there was one thing lacking. I looked at the dinner plate in front of me. Then I saw Lisa, who stepped into the kitchen and took something there and came back showing me two pairs of spoons and forks that I had forgotten to prepare.

Unknowingly a smile re-expanded on my face. “Still.” I thanked her when Lisa gave me that pair of cutlery.

No longer did I notice Lisa who was already sitting on the side chair. Because, I immediately began to eat processed vegetables that I cooked myself tonight. And so is Lisa. After half of my plate was gone I just realized, shouldn't I ask how my cooking results to Lisa?

I looked over and saw him eating my cooking. I paused the intention to ask the question earlier, because it seemed like he was enjoying my cooking.

There was a sense of satisfaction in this heart once I saw someone I made food, devouring everything I cooked for him. Even without protest and without any complaints, Lisa continued to swallow the contents of the dish.

And for the whole time, I smiled feeling this feeling when I saw it.

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