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Chapter 1399 Boyfriend Cooked for Me
Marcellus felt a heavy blow to his confidence; he couldn't stand looking at the fried egg he had made. Without a
second thought, he walked over to the trash can and dumped the failed egg, leaving no trace of its existence.
"I can't believe it..." He rinsed the pan with clean water and returned to the stove, determined to try frying the egg
again.
This time, the flame was smaller and yet he still didn't use any oil. While the egg didn't burn, the yolk was
everywhere, causing the final product to look more like a scrambled egg rather than a fried one.
He picked up a small piece and gave it a taste. Despite its appearance, it tasted decent, a vast improvement from
the chocolate-colored egg earlier.
After toasting a slice of bread, Marcellus meticulously spread some jam on it and placed the egg on top. He also
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlightly fried some tomatoes and arranged them neatly on the toast.
Looking at the perfectly square Marcellus-style sandwich on his plate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of
accomplishment.
Glancing at the empty white porcelain plate, he felt something was missing. After some thought, he picked up the
jar of jam and drew a heart on the empty space.
A very playful and cute, strawberry-red heart.
After setting the sandwich on the dining table, Marcellus prepared some oatmeal and milk. Though the proportion
was not well-adjusted, and it looked more like a bowl of thick oatmeal porridge, Marcellus was quite satisfied with
his efforts.
It was already twenty past seven by the time he finished the simple breakfast. As he was about to head upstairs to
wake everyone, he heard a light set of footsteps coming from upstairs.
Looking up, he saw Beryl, already dressed, coming downstairs.
Marcellus raised an eyebrow, pulled out a dining chair, and stood in place waiting for her, "You're up just in time.
Come and eat."
Beryl walked over and noticed the smell of food in the dining room. She looked at the somewhat comically shaped
sandwich on the plate and glanced at the kitchen, then the living room.
Nobody was there...
Marcellus lifted his head, "Stop looking. I made it."
After a brief pause, he emphasized again, "I personally cooked it for you."
Beryl refocused her gaze on the plate, seeming at a loss for words, and finally managed to say, "I see."
So, should he be happy or not?
Beryl sat down without rushing to start eating. Instead, she studied the food closely. The longer she looked, the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmore self-conscious Marcellus became, "The appearance might not be great, but the taste is pretty good. Try it."
He enthusiastically recommended his own cooking, a level of eagerness that Beryl had never seen from him
before. She couldn't help but chuckle, "Before I eat, I want to take a photo to remember this moment."
Saying this, she reached for her phone.
Marcellus instantly stopped her, resolutely refusing, "No!"
Beryl was a little confused and asked him in confusion, "Why?"
"Don't take photos this time. Next time, when I have more experience and make it look better, then you can take
photos."
So... he was afraid it didn't look good?
Beryl said with a touch of resignation, "I'm not going to share it, just for my own viewing."
Unexpectedly, he was quite firm, "Even so, it's not okay. No one can see it."
"I don't mind if it looks a little messy," Beryl saw that he was genuinely concerned and spoke softly to comfort him,
"I'm already touched that you would cook for me. How could I complain? I just want to capture the moment of my
boyfriend cooking for me for the first time. Can't I?"
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