The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 44

At the villa, Alya looked at the door for the third time, but outside was quiet. He sighed and wondered, "Will he come back tonight?"

Hana could not help but comfort her when she saw the face of her depression, "I've sent a message to Mr. Dama. He'll be back as soon as he sees her. Don't worry."

Alya nodded.

"Madam, you're very good at cooking. This dish looks so delicious!" praise Tama for switching the subject.

"No, I'm not good at cooking.  I cook whatever I know," said Alya.

Alya scratched her head, looking a little embarrassed. His father was always busy. When he came home and finished his homework, he was so hungry that he could not bear it, so he cooked by himself. Back then, his father often hated his cooking, commenting that his cooking was too salty.

Although his father hated his cooking at all times, he would eat all the food he cooked even if it was not tasty. When he thought of his father, his heart began to ache and he felt unable to breathe smoothly.

Alya snorted and immediately changed her mind. "Hana, what does Dama like? I pissed him off last night, and I don't know if he's calmed down tonight."

"Madam, don't take heart. He won't be angry with you for long" Hana said.

Hana's eyes swirled, she paused for a moment, and said, "What does she like? All right, let me think about it. Oh yeah, he likes frogs."

In fact, Dama is afraid of frogs. The brave Dama is afraid of frogs.

Alya raised her eyebrows. "He likes that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Hana thought that if Alya could catch her, Dama would definitely be scared when she saw her and they would fight. As they mingle about the issue, they will have more interaction, thus minimizing the gap between them.

Alya looked outside. A clean area of the house in the center of the city there can be no frogs.

"There's a frog outside. Why didn't I catch him?" said Hana who had accidentally seen him this morning while watering the flowers. 

"All right, I'll catch him."

Hana immediately got up and said, "I'll get you a flashlight."

When Dama returned, the living room was empty. The women's shoes on the door were covered with dirt. It belongs to Alya. He doesn't know what he's done. He frowned, took off his leather shoes, and walked in.

"Where is he?"

"Mrs is bathing upstairs. Young Master, hurry in. He spent several hours in the kitchen, cooking. He's been waiting for you to come back and taste the food he's cooking."

Mama's mind flickered as she asked, "Did she cook all this herself?"

"Yes! I offered to help, but she wouldn't let me" Hana explained.

 "She insisted on doing it herself because it was more sincere to cook her homemade food, so I didn't help."

Dam's coming to the dining table. There were three main dishes and one bowl of soup, which looked very delicious but he wondered what it was like.

Hana picked up the tableware and said, "Try it, Young Master."

Dama pulled up a chair and sat down. He took over the tableware and gracefully sipped the soup. The taste spread from the tip of his tongue and into every cell of his body.

Tastes a little good. His eyes were filled with warmth and his long eyelashes dangled as he continued to taste the other dishes.

Hana said, "The lady is very good at cooking. I heard she started cooking when her mother died, so maybe that's when she started learning to cook and became an expert at it."

As Hana spoke, there were footsteps on the stairs, and Alya came down.

Dama raised her deep eyes and stared at the slim figure on the stairs.

Alya did not expect that she would come back so suddenly and eat the food she made. He stood there for a while, stunned.

"Come here!" Dama said while setting his eyes on her. 

Alya took a small step forward and asked, "Why?"

"Are you cooking all this?"

"Yes." Yeah." Alya nodded. He started to get nervous all of a sudden. "How good is it?" ask Alya.