After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic

Chapter 433: Kitchen Killer Harry Hunter

Isabella laughed in exasperation: "How could you randomly blame someone else like that!""Then tell me, who secretly took photos of me?"

"I can’t say, otherwise no one will monitor you for me anymore."

Harry Hunter, helpless, extended a finger to tap her head: "You can’t fully trust what others say, and photos can’t be taken at face value. What if they’re fake? Videos can also be edited and altered. I’m worried you’ll fall into someone’s trap!"

"Then tell me, are the photos and videos real this time?"

Harry was tongue-tied for a moment before nodding: "Yes, but the shots were deliberately selected to cause misunderstanding!"

"That’s exactly what I wanted. These are the key moments; they were taken very professionally!"

Harry frowned: "Darling, you didn’t hire paparazzi, did you?"

Isabella stammered: "Well... more or less!"

"No hiring paparazzi! They’re unreliable and might sell you out at any moment!"

"This friend of mine is trustworthy!"

"What kind of shady friends are these? Quickly cut ties with them!"

Harry scolded her for a couple of sentences but thought her tight-lipped secrecy was adorable, so he couldn’t keep on scolding. Instead, he gave her a kiss, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and got ready to cook for her himself.

He took out the ribs she had put back in the fridge, put them in the microwave to defrost, and took out a few vegetables, washing them with great care.

Isabella followed him like a little tail, full of disbelief: "You can cook?"

"No."

"Then why are you acting like you can?"

"I’m not losing face!"

Isabella huffed and chuckled at him: "That’s just being pretentious, right?"

"Aren’t there many cooking tutorials online? Find me one, and I’ll follow it."

"A tutorial is a tutorial. If cooking were that easy to learn, wouldn’t everyone be a chef?" Newest update provıded by ????????????????????·????????????????·????????????

"Don’t worry, your husband is a genius who can learn anything in a snap."

"Oh, who was it that burned so many fish?"

Harry wasn’t embarrassed at all, calmly saying, "That was just an accident."

Isabella searched for a tutorial and watched it with him.

"First, wash the ribs and start boiling them, add some ginger slices to remove the smell, then add some radish slices, seasonings, and sprinkle some cilantro when it’s done. Hmm, simple!"

"Steamed fish is also very simple, with ginger and scallions, seasonings..."

"Minced garlic eggplant, now that’s a dish!"

...

Harry picked a few dishes and quickly started cooking.

But, unfortunately, he was somewhat all thumbs. His brain had learned, but his hands hadn’t.

With the minced garlic eggplant, he used all the eggplant from the fridge, and it still didn’t turn out right—either burnt or too salty to eat!

Harry coughed awkwardly: "No worries, practice makes perfect, onto the next one!"

Soon, the fridge’s ingredients were running low, and the trash bin was full of charred food.

"Mr. Hunter, do you see any changes in me?"

"Hmm?"

"I’ve lost weight! From hunger!"

Harry couldn’t help but laugh; his sweet little wife could crack a joke, how delightful!

He took a box of yogurt from the fridge and kissed her soft, delicate cheek: "Be good, have some yogurt first, I’ll be done soon."

Isabella took a sip, biting the yogurt straw, giving directions aimlessly:

"The rice isn’t fully cooked, add some water and let it simmer a bit more."

"You’ve added too much oil to the bamboo shoots; the tutorial says a moderate amount! Moderate!"

"Oh dear, why is there so much soy sauce on the steamed fish? The tutorial said just a little is enough!"