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Omelets

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Early in the morning, the two men were still wrapped in thick cloth-covered beds, warding off the cold that pierced the skin.

Until Sara's eyes opened wide, Max hugged her tightly.

"Geez, that's a really disrespectful guy" he picked up and moved Max's hand.

"Hm, honey, are you awake?"

Sara did not answer. He felt annoyed.

"Sara!"

"Hm."

Now you call me Sara.

"What happened yesterday?"

"Nothing's."

"Why is my head spinning? There's also a lavender scent here."

Sara got up and moved the container she used last night to make a lavender potion to bring down Max's fever.

"What happened to me?"

"There's nothing."

Max pulled his arm. "Say, Sara!"

Sara turned her face away from Max's sharp eyes.

"You're drunk."

Max remembered that. "Then? What's with this lavender?"

Sara grunts.

"I'm going to the kitchen. You have to have breakfast."

"Say something, Sara. Did I do something that made you angry?"

"No! Release my hand!"

"After you say it."

Unable to endure the pain on her wrist, Sara softened her gaze.

"Take it off, Max."

Max unleashed. "Say!"

"After you have breakfast!"

Sara soon passes leaving Max who is twitching his forehead.

"I thought I had a dream last night."

He pressed his phone and called Alex. There was one call out for the man and it wasn't him who did it. Max smile.

"Surely Sara."

The call connected and Alex's voice sounded worried.

"Have you improved, Senor?"

"Hm? Why me? I'm fine, just my head's a little dizzy."

Alex's breath was heard.

"You have a fever, Senor. And your wife calls me at night."

Max silent. In his memory last night, he dreamed of being with Alana in the lavender fields behind the mansion. Spend time sharing stories.

"You told him to do that?"

"She panicked and cried, Senor."

"Gosh, what did I just do? Ah, come on, get on with your work."

He broke that connection.

"Sara ...."

Max cleaned himself up. In the mirror, the face of the girl he loved came back. Someone who now does not know his whereabouts.

His face was back flat considering what Alex had said. Sara did that for him.

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"Please help me make breakfast for Max, Adrian."

"Si, Senora."

"Call me Sara if we're both."

"Sunora ...."

"You pissed me off. Quickly help me, what breakfast would be suitable for her when she has a fever?"

Adrian was surprised, as he remembered yesterday Max was fine. "Fever?"

Sara clucking. "You're not too old, Adrian."

"alright. Just sit there, I'll make it."

"No, you have to teach me."

Adrian exhaled a rough breath. It's free to argue with Sara because she's finally the one who's gonna budge.

"Please wash this mushroom and slice it thin."

Sara nodded.

"Then, whisk this egg."

Adrian prepares all the ingredients and teaches Sara how to make breakfast.

"I've washed this vegetable, Adrian."

"Iris thinly."

"okay."

Sara did it carefully. He doesn't like to be faced with a knife.

"Done!"

"Alright, whisk this egg."

"What?! This many? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that the first and second experiments don't apply aka fail."

Sara chuckles softly. "You're right, but at least don't hurt my feelings like that."

Adrian was hesitant, he continued his work without ignoring Sara's babble again.

"It's done!"

"Ok, continue with this. Harshly chopped."

"What's this?"

"Bombai's boy."

"Internet? I've never seen anything like this."

"Just talk, don't babble."

Sara clucked, but she didn't stop doing it.

"Don't be too subtle."

When Sara was about to do it, Adrian was wide-eyed.

"Pare the skin first!"

"God! I made a mistake. I'm sorry."

Sara peeled it off and washed the onion and then chopped it off.

"After this?"

"White brunette."

"This one?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Peel too, right?"

"No need, just like that," ketus Adrian feigned annoyance.

"Come, Adrian. You know I can't cook."

He peeled the garlic and did as Adrian instructed.

"Otherwise?"

"The onion's mustache."

Sara did that again. Good thing Adrian saw it when the onion was almost charred.

"Yellow, Sara."

"You didn't say it."

"Sorry, put the meat in."

"Then?"

"Fry until it changes color, don't be charred!"

Sara chuckles while doing it. "I've grilled fish before, Adrian."

"That's great, how about a vegetable stir-fry?"

"Never."

"Jeez, it's worth the onion was almost charred."

Long time both struggling in the kitchen finish something for Max. Until Sara's voice echoed there.

"You're right, Adrian. The first experiment and both were almost charred. Hope this is in accordance with expectations."

Adrian held back his laughter. How not to get charred if Sara doesn't turn the fry around.

He had predicted this would happen according to his experience teaching people who are just learning to cook. That's why he prepared a lot of materials.

"You can do it?"

"Don't let me do it alone. Please come back for this."

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Max stood up while holding back his laughter seeing the bustle of Sara and Adrian in the kitchen.

Not only the stove and the table were covered with food powder, but the face and clothes and apron Sara wore was full of chicken egg yolk stains.

"You want some tea, Senor?" bargain for a maid who happened to pass by there and see Max's behavior.

"No, go, you're interrupting my concentration."

"Sorry."

Max is back in focus. Sara laughs with Adrian. How the woman moves amateurs with all kinds of kitchen utensils, making Max thin her lips. There's something he can't say.

He pretended to scream. "Sara! Honey!"

Sara rushed out of the kitchen with a sullen face. Barbanding is upside down with a shared expression of Adrian earlier.

"What?!"

"What are you doing here? Why are your clothes like this? Like a fish that just came out of a mud pit."

"Don't ask too many questions. What do you want?"

Max turned his shoulders indifferently. He pointed at the dining table with his chin.

"Hope is ready soon."

"My company!"

"I'm cooking, Max."

Feeling that she had been speechless, Sara immediately turned her face away. And not Max's name, if not managed to give a sweet punishment to the wife.

"Good morning kiss" she whispered slowly.

Sara snorted, she turned around to go back to the kitchen, but Max's hand held her back.

"Otherwise?"

"We need to talk seriously."

"We're talking, Max."

One kiss landed again on his lips. Sara rubbed it rough and let go of Max's hand.

"You?!" pekik angry.

"I kissed my own wife."

That's when Adrian came up with some omelette dishes processed with Sara.

"Your breakfast is ready, Senor."

"Gracians. Bribe me!"

Inevitably, Sara did it anyway. He feeds Max with a lazy snap out of his lips.

When a spoonful of food came into his mouth, Max spewed it out.

"You're disgusting. Why?"

"It's very salty."

Sara's laughter broke. He thought it was his product.

"You made it?"

Sara nodded. "sorry. This is the first time I've done it."

Max nodded, he understood that. He saw how Sara struggled in the kitchen.

"Boat again!"

When Sara picks up one, Max intercepts her. "I want that one."

"It's salty."

"It only tastes salty, I can still eat it. It was my wife's making."

Sara rolled her eyes lazily hearing that. How Max treated her like a much loved wife.

"Thank you, dear."

"Hm."

"I'll give you a gift for this breakfast."

His guess about adventure, diving, hiking and others disappeared immediately saw the perverted face of Max.

"You?!"

"I'm your husband, honey."

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Love, though,

Xie Lu♡'s