His Domineering Lover
Chapter 651

Adam was considerate, smart, and visionary. He was almost perfect, yes, almost.

God completed him with a shortcoming to make a mortal. Tracey would never forget the brown sugar water Adam cooked.

Adam had a successful record in cooking pasta. However, both the pasta and sauces were readymade, and there was a user guide. In a word, it was hard for one to make a mistake.

It was scary when Adam had his own way of cooking. Tracey wouldn't bear to quench the lights in those eyes, thinking any rookies deserved encouragement.

So, she to Adam to do another errand, "Well, Adam, what about peeling the potatoes? I need them for the curry chicken."

"Okay." Adam started his work with pleasure. He had thought potatoes were similar to apples. Adam felt depressed before those misshapen potatoes, as he didn't know how to use the gadget to peel.

He tried. The potato, half-peeled, slipped off his wet hand and flew to hit Tracey on the forehead.

"Tracey, are you alright?" Adam got up immediately to check Tracey.

Tracey was dumbfounded. She was salting the fish when hit by the potato.

Her forehead turned red a little, and Tracey felt lucky that it was potato rather than a knife.

"I'm fine, Adam. What about washing the fruits? Remember, wash, and don't pick off anything."

Tracey was afraid that Adam would pinch off all grapes and leave the vine if she didn't make herself clear.

"Okay." Adam left the kitchen. Adam felt proud that he would share the housework with Tracey. However, Tracey heaved a long sigh after Adam left.

For the first time, she realized that Adam might become a killer for cooking! And she made a decision that Adam should be denied access to the kitchen.

Adam finished his job about the fruits smoothly, and Tracey refused his second entry into the kitchen.

"Adam, our guests will be here any minute. Go to greet them, and I can manage here." Tracey noticed the rueful expression of Adam.

Adam knew that he was messing around in the kitchen, though his intention was to help Tracey. Now, he stood at the door and stared at Tracey ruefully. "I just want to check if you are OK."

Tracey felt uncomfortable about the fact that someone kept staring at her back, "Adam, you make dumplings with Steve when he is here."

Now, the doorbell rang, "Guests are here, Adam, go get the door."

"Okay." Adam headed for the door and wondered who it would be. It turned out to be Steve.

"You are the early bird."

"Well, because I know you are the one who put 250-gram brown sugar to cook the water. Get off. I am here to help Tracey." Steve came here directly after getting off the plane.

He acted like a host, going to the kitchen after getting on the slippers. Adam was exasperated.

Steve took off his overcoat and rolled his sleeves up to the elbow, and it seemed that he was going to show his capabilities.

Adam did not believe that Steve cooked. Steve should be busy running the company, so how could he cook?

Adam came to the kitchen to wait for Steve's making a joke of himself.

"Steve, you are early, and I am not ready yet." "I knew it. No doubt that someone would mess around, so I decided to take an early flight here to help. These vegetables need cutting?" "Yes, please." Tracey worked with a swirling head.

Adam folded his arms to see how Steve cut. Adam once chopped ginger into irregular pieces.

"What is the dish for this potato?" Steve washed his hands before starting.

"Some for curry chicken, some for fried potato strips, and the rest are reserved temporarily." "Okay." Steve started his work neatly. He chopped some potatoes into lumps for curry chicken.

At the sight of those regular potato lumps, Adam snorted in the heart, 'It is easy, and I can do this!"

Slicing and shredding were difficult, but they were a piece of cake for Steve. He put his finished work on the plates.

Now Steve started slicing a big potato, and Adam heard a quick cutting rhythm from the chopping board.

'How fast! He is skillful!' Stunned, Adam realized that he made a mistake, and Steve was better than him in cooking.

Steve seemed to penetrate the thought of Adam. While cutting, he explained, "We were poor, when Tracey arrived in the US." "We couldn't afford to dine out, so we cooked by ourselves. Later, her gastropathy was getting worse because of the heavy workload."

"For her sake, I cooked different dishes, good for health or she liked. That is why I am good at cooking."

Steve retold the old story flatly, and Adam remembered what Tracey had suffered. He felt grateful to Steve and didn't mind how importantly Tracey thought of him now.

Because of this man, Tracey became who she was now, and he saw Tracey through those hardships.

"Yep. We didn't do well at first. Then, it came up to us that why not do it better if we had to cook. At least, we could please ourselves with food."

"Steve was the chef, and he downloaded the receipts to learn. Knowing that I loved Chinese food, he spent a lot of time on it. He is a better cook than me now."

Looking up, Tracey exchanged a smile with Steve. There was a tacit understanding between them.

Adam felt a little envious but not angry. He promised himself in the heart that he would sign up for a course about culinary arts after the vacation.

"Adam, someone is here. Get the door. Leave the kitchen to me and Steve."

"Okay." Adam turned and left.