Chapter 541: Should I return it to him

The small kitchen was cramped with two people in the not-so-spacious space. The soup in the pot was boiling, making "plop-plop" sounds, accompanied by the gurgle of water. She handed him the prepared sauce while he took it and clumsily poured it slowly into the pot.

"Don't let the sauce stick to the bottom of the pot, remember to stir it with a spoon," Cherish Turner reminded him and then rushed out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.

After a while, the glass door opened, and Cherish's petite figure emerged. She turned her head to see William Griffith standing in the kitchen, stirring the soup in the pot in circles with a spoon. The action was like that of a robot, repeated again and again.

That resolute side profile exuded a sense of calmness that could make people stare in fascination.

When she was little, Cherish had once asked Bob Turner why her father didn't cook.

Bob Turner laughed and replied, "Because, I like watching mom cook."

But why watch mom cook?