Juliana's eyes lit up slightly and she smiled, "Take some more then."
Benson nodded, but put down the fried egg and ate the noodles that smelled good.
However, some of the noodles were overcooked while some were half-cooked and so sour that he shivered and gasped.
Juliana looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Benson swallowed the noodles with difficulty and said with a blank face, "Nothing, it's just so good that I bit my tongue."
Juliana said, "Then eat some more."
Benson wondered why the noodles looked so appetizing but taste so bad.
He asked her, "Have you ever cooked before?"
Juliana hesitated slightly, then shook her head, "No."
She had cooked once when she had been Miranda, but only once.
However, it was indeed the first time she cooked as Juliana.
Benson was in a much better mood. It was the first time she cooked and Jayden hadn't enjoyed it before.
Therefore, Benson calmly ate the bowl of dark cuisine.
It made him doubt his life!
Benson finished the sour noodle soup in front of Juliana and looked up at her, "Don't cook anymore."
Juliana raised her eyes, "Hmm?"
Benson only felt the strange taste still in the mouth. He said seriously, "I will cook for you for the rest of my life!"
In the future, he could not let Juliana cook!
The sudden sweet words made Juliana's face burn and she looked away.
Benson finished eating and took the dishes to the kitchen.
He saw that there was still half a pot of noodles, thought for a while, and took it out to the dog.
The dog ate dog food as well as these foods.
Smelling the noodles, the dog ran over to eat the noodles happily.
However, he had only taken one bite before he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, sticking out his big tongue and barking: It's too bad! I'm almost poisoned to death!
Juliana was still sitting in the dining room. She looked into the kitchen, where there was the sound of clattering water, the sound of washing dishes, and the sound of the dog barking outside.
She was in a trance, thinking it was the peaceful life she had always desired in her previous life.
The next day, at the dining table.
Old Mr. Leach looked up at Benson while eating, "Jill cooked for you last night?"
Benson's hand holding his chopsticks paused slightly before he nodded, "Yes."
Old Mr. Leach asked curiously, "Was it good? How's Jill's cooking?"
Benson glanced at Juliana sitting across the table, saw her look over, and once again nodded against his conscience, "It was delicious."
Old Mr. Leach suddenly grinned, "It must be delicious. Jill, make a meal for grandpa when you have time, grandpa wants to try your cooking too."
He knew how picky Benson was about food, and if it wasn't to his liking, he definitely wouldn't eat a bite of it.
If Benson said it was good, it was absolutely delicious.
Before Juliana could nod, Benson hurriedly refused, "No!"
Juliana and old Mr. Leach looked at him.
Benson looked at old Mr. Leach unhappily and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, Jill is my queen, not a cook. Ask the chef to cook for you."
Although rejected, old Mr. Leach was happy, "It's good that you know love your wife!"
Benson was relieved that old Mr. Leach's palate had dodged a bullet.
After breakfast, Benson had to go to the office, but he was in no hurry. He took his tie and stood in front of Juliana.
Juliana looked up at him, "What's the matter?"
Benson shoved the tie into her hand, lifted his chin, stretched his neck, and waited for her to tie it.
How childish Benson was!