“Did you cook this?”
Ashley—who was immersed on her phone while waiting for her son to finish his meal—looked up at Jaxon. She glanced at his untouched plate and merely raised one of her brows. “Yes.”
In Ashley’s thoughts, stirring the content while letting others do the chopping and preparing was considered cooking. It was not a big deal anymore. Apparently, she chose to forget the memory of her past life where her hands were severely wounded just to learn to cook his favorite dish.
She watched in wonder as he basically wolfed down his food as if he never ate for days. Even Scottie looked astonished. The little kid had never seen this side of his father—he had always seen him eating uprightly and elegantly.
The mother and son were both left speechless until the dishes were cleaned up
