Gracianaâs words made the three little fellows near the railing look at each other involuntarily. âThat.â
Liliana looked up weakly at her two older brothers in front of her. âMommyâs cooking skills⦠are they really good?â Braint was stunned, âShe used to be good at cooking.â âMemory loss⦠donât tell me sheâs forgotten about cooking?â He asked Eliza to make them potato pancake. One reason was that he did want to eat them, but the more important reason was that he wanted Eliza to cook what she often cooked for them in the past to get her memories back Now, it seemed⦠âI also think that memory loss will not affect cooking skills.â Demarion frowned. âBut mommy used to cook before⦠sheâs never been burnt anything.â The three little fellows looked at each other again. Finally, Braint cast an indifferent glance at the Demarion. âGo down and take a look.â Demarion put his arms around his chest and said, âLiliana, you go.â Liliana blinked her eyes and walked to Braintâs side with an innocent expression. He pulled Braintâs sleeve and said, âBrother⦠you wonât really let me go?â âI havenât eaten the potato pancake made by mommy. I donât know if itâs the one you ate beforeâ¦â Braint looked at the Demarion helplessly. Demarion looked at the Liliana guiltily ⦠Liliana continued to sway Braintâs sleeve. The three little fellows remained silent for a long time. In the end, they decided that they were going to look for daddy! Thus, someone knocked on the door of Beauâs study. Inside the door, Beau slightly twisted his eyebrows and looked at the three little children who were pushing and shoving each other. âWhatâs wrong?â Finally, Liliana stepped forward boldly. âDaddy, mommy is cooking delicious food for us downstairs.â âBut weâre not really hungry. We donât want to let down mommyâs good intentions.â âSo, daddy, can you eat for us?â 3 Beau looked at them with a faint frown. âReally?â âOf course itâs true.â
Demarion pursed his lips. âDaddy, even if you donât believe us, you have to believe in your precious daughter, Liliana, right?â Beau paused for a moment before he stood up and left. When he passed by the three little children, he squatted down and gently grabbed Lilianaâs shoulder, and smiled. âDonât let me know that you and your brothers have evil thoughts.â âOtherwise, daddy wonât like you anymore.â Liliana was frightened by him and she took a step back subconsciously. Braint knitted his eyebrows and shielded Liliana behind him. âMr. Beau, you previously said Liliana is your caring small cotton-padded jacket.â âEven if the small cotton-padded jacket lies to you, you still have to dote on her, donât you?â Beau smiled. âI will definitely dote on her even if she lied to me.â âBut if itâs the two of youâ¦â He said with a stern look, âIt seems that the two of you havenât returned me the money for my bottle of wine that Eliza drank.â Braint and the Demarion exchanged glances. Then the two little guys picked up their sisters on both sides and quickly ran away. Standing at the door of the study, Beau looked at the backs of the three little children and shook his head helplessly Taking a deep breath, he lifted his leg and went downstairs..
As he went down, the smell of burnt food downstairs became heavier and heavier. When he arrived at the dining room, Eliza was currently placing the plate of dark thing onto the dining table. In the kitchen behind her, the kitchen ventilator was turned on, and Graciana was helplessly washing the pot in front of the sink. Seeing him coming, Eliza smiled with some embarrassment. âBraint said that Demarion wanted to eat the potato pancake made by me.â âI donât remember how the potato pancake was made, soâ¦â
Beau frowned. He knew it. Those three little fellows should have been doing this out of goodwill, but unfortunately, they knew that Eliza had burnt the potato pancake. As such, they didnât want to eat the potato pancake and in the end, got him to come down and clean up the mess. He sighed and looked down at the plates on the table. Although the plate was dark, its original outline could be seen⦠It should be a piece of potato chip. ⦠So, this little fool forgot how the potato cake was made, so she cut the potato into a chip directly and put it in the pot to fry it? Beauâs eyes made Eliza a little embarrassed. She bit her lips and subconsciously picked up the plate. âForget it, it doesnât look good. Iâll throw it away.â
Elizaâs hand was held down by Beau the moment she touched the plate. He smiled and said, âAlthough it doesnât look good, it may taste good. Let me try.â Eliza bit her lip, feeling a little awkward. âItâs definitely not deliciousâ¦â âDo you have so little confidence in yourself?â Beau chuckled. âYou used to be good at cooking. I believe that even if you have forgotten the specific steps, your talent should still be there.â âI believe that even if it doesnât look good, the taste should be good.â âEven if it doesnât taste good, it will slowly become better in the future.â Beauâs voice was low and slow. When he spoke, those bottomless eyes would quietly look at Eliza. The determination and encouragement in his eyes instantly warmed Elizaâs heart. She bit her lips and released the hand holding the plate. âThank you for being so encouragingâ¦â After that, she took a deep breath, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him. âIn fact, I think you are right. The taste should be good.â âI just put five spoons of salt in it.â Beau: ââ¦â His hand that was holding the chopsticks froze. Was it too late to take back what he had just said? D Beau took a deep breath, picked up the chopsticks, and took a piece of potato and put it into his mouth. The black potatoes were all fried salt. He ate it with ruthlessly.
After a long time, he swallowed the potato.
The taste⦠is not bad.â After that, he picked up the second piece with chopsticks. âMr. Valentine, are you crazy?â The moment he put the second piece into his mouth, Graciana came out of the kitchen. She looked at Beauâs calm expression as he put the potato into his mouth and ate it. She was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out. âYou want to die?â Beau frowned at her but didnât say anything. Eliza bit her lips and looked back at Graciana. âWhy do you say that to my husband?â Graciana helplessly rubbed her glabella. âMr. Valentine, this is not the correct way to dote on your wife.â âArenât you afraid of being poisoned?â Eliza rolled her eyes at her. âHow could he be poisoned?â
Graciana did not know how to describe it. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, âIf you donât believe me, you can have a taste of it. If you can swallow it like Mr. Valentine, I will admire you!â As soon as she said that, Graciana regretted it. She and Eliza had known each other for many vears and she knew Elizaâs character, so she dared to say anything. But the current Eliza⦠was not the previous Eliza. She was so hot-tempered now. If she was angry⦠What Graciana did not expect was that Eliza was not angry. She glanced at the empty plate and glanced at Beau, who had just swallowed the potatoes. The next second, she reached out to hold his arm, put her mouth to Beauâs thin lips, and leaned over