Wife Pretend

Dave Part 2's House

Erika immediately headed for the kitchen after successfully entering Dave's house, Ema's aunt who had opened the door immediately followed him with a confused look, while she had time to look at Mark with the same gaze, the same look, it was as if his eyes were asking for an explanation to the man who was now walking hand in hand with him. Mark just shrugged his shoulders a sign of not understanding in response, seeing that Aunt Ema also just raised her eyebrows while shaking her head slowly as a sign that she also did not understand. Mark smiled faintly as Ema's aunt began to approach Erika who was now in the kitchen.

"Can I help you, miss?" Said Aunt Ema with a face that still looked confused.

For a moment Erika tapped her own lips with her index finger, as if she was thinking. "Oh.yea Auntie Ema, what's Master Dave's favorite meal if I can find out?" Erika finally answered.

Aunt Ema smiled at Erika's reply, her confusion now as if it had been answered already. Apparently this girl wanted to cook for Mr. Dave, she thought.

"Mr Dave loves soupy foods, like soup, chicken soup he likes best. Why is she, miss?"

Oh chicken soup huh? I'm not used to cooking, how is this!@

"Auntie will you help me cook some chicken soup for Dave?" Erika's eyes looked enthusiastic. While Aunt Ema was even a little surprised to hear the words from Erika.

"That's easy, let me teach you!" Mark who found Ema's aunt was still silent sculpting.

Erika widened her eyes in astonishment. "Are you really Mark, well, Mark is really impressive if you can really cook." Erika sounded sincere.

Mark smiled for a moment. "I'm used to living independently, so just cooking like that is easy for me."

"Well, your wife must be very lucky, Mark, so she doesn't have to cook, you do, haha." Gurau aunt Ema as she laughed. Erika and Mark laughed.

"Well, Mark, let's get started! we don't have much time left, afraid that Dave might come home! Hemm.kan be no fun." Erika nodded her lips.

"Alright, come!" Mark answered while taking off his suit and then immediately rolled up his shirt sleeves. "Well, lady, you get the ingredients in the fridge, and I'll start heating the water!" Mark continued as his hands deftly picked up a pot in the kitchen and filled it with tap water.

"Ah.good!" Erika said as she headed towards the refrigerator in a hurry.

"I'll help you, lady!" Aunt Ema immediately approached Erika who seemed confused about choosing food.

"First we will clean the chicken meat first, then cut into pieces, finished that we put the chicken meat into boiling water, well like this!" Mark seemed skilled at practicing how to cook it like an expert chef. Making Erika and Aunt Ema even more amazed.

"Well, Erika, are you done yet to cut the vegetables?" Mark said again.

"Mr Mark, it's over!" Erika seemed happy with the results of her work, even though the vegetable pieces were not good. Seeing that Mark and Aunt Ema were smiling amusedly. It turned out that this former young lady really could not cook. The vegetable cut looks bad. So deep are they in the heart.

"Not bad, but you suck!" Tempting Mark and making Erika plus to sing her lips.

"Ah..Mark, you're talking so mean!" Erika's sigh while putting both her hands on her chest.

"Don't get mad! I'm just kidding, Auntie Ema!" Persuade Mark as he blinked one eye at Aunt Ema. And the middle-aged woman just smiled, feeling funny at the manner of the two of them. And just this time Aunt Ema saw so many smiles on Mark's lips.

"Then what else was it?" Erika tried to distract.

"Oh..Aye!" Mark was a little surprised because he had looked at Erika's pouting face, to him it looked funny. "Now you take a frying pan, and then you heat the oil a little, and then you get in the fuel. Nah..Like this!" Continue Mark while guiding Erika stirring the seasoning in the frying pan. Mark's hand accidentally held Erika's hand which was busy stirring the seasoning with a spatula. Mark's eyes can't be moved from the girl's face.

"Then after that?" Erika said without looking at Mark, she also seemed to feel ordinary when Mark clasped his hand.

Aunt Ema, who noticed Mark's strange attitude towards Erika, immediately cleared her throat. "Ehem..Ehem!" It was as if he was giving the code while glancing at Mark suspiciously.

"Ah..Sorry!" Immediately Mark released his hand to Erika, after which he tried to turn off the stove next to him. On the stove tesebut is a pot of chicken broth that is ready to pour into a pan that already contains a seasoning stir. "Stop Erika, let me do this!" Mark told Erika to take a few steps back, and she herself prepared to pour the chicken broth into the pan.

"Then after that Mark!" Erika still looked excited.

"Wash the vegetables you cut, after the broth starts to boil, then you put the vegetables." Mark explained.

"Well Mark, I get it." Erika really looked Enthusiastic.

Seeing Erika who was busy washing vegetables, Ema's aunt quietly approached Mark who was busy stirring chicken broth to mix with herbs. "Hey..Mark, don't tell me you're starting to like Miss Erika!" Said Aunt Ema in a quiet voice and followed by a probing gaze.

"What is this aunt talking about? How could I dare to do that!" Mark said in the same slow voice.

Hearing Mark's reply, it was as if Aunt Ema was still in disbelief. "Maybe your mouth can lie, but your eyes aren't Mark!" Firmly aunt Ema again.

"Calm bi, I can't possibly dare to do that, Erika is the future wife of Mr. Dave." Mark said it very slowly and his face looked gloomy.

"Auntie instead of banning you from liking Miss Erika, that's your business, Mark. But auntie just wanted to remind you, like what Miss Erika likes is Mr. Dave. Aunty just wants you not to get hurt, that's all."

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