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Cedric also managed to lift his head amidst his busyness, the noodles in his mouth not yet swallowed, hastily giving a thumbs up: "Ms. Stark, it's really delicious. I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good, you could even open a noodle shop." He wasn't exaggerating, this tomato pasta was too delicious!

The two of them were going back and forth, until Blake couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the table and stood up, extending his hand towards the rebellious girl with a resentful tone, "Mya, where's mine?"

Calvin didn't do it like him, but that expression, it meant the same as Blake's.

What about him?

First, he was not there.

He was not there for the second time.

It should have been his turn for the third time, right?

Myrna raised an eyebrow, her bright eyes sweeping over the two of them. She slapped Blake's hand away, her voice cold and curt, "In the kitchen, get it yourself."

Blake: ...

Calvin....

He laughed in amusement, his strong jawline smooth, his thin lips a vibrant red, both arrogant and lazily rakish.

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Since the day I teased her.

Ha, he wanted a third one, he even had to compete with that fool Blake!

Myrna's skill in making tomato pasta was indeed impressive. A simple tomato pasta satisfied several men who were accustomed to eating exotic delicacies.

The meal was finished.

Blake slumped in his chair, rubbing his belly, couldn't help but exclaim, "Mya, you should consider opening a noodle shop with your skills, right next to Mr. Larson's hot pot restaurant. With your skills, wow, it would be the best in Melcester." Myrna was only responsible for making pasta, not washing dishes. Upon hearing this, she casually looked up and said, "Forget it, I can't do it."

She was too lazy.

Unless it was a special occasion, she didn't like to cook. Chopping and washing vegetables was too troublesome. She would rather eat instant noodles.

There was a little one here today, it was just an exception.

Calvin took the initiative to wash the dishes and came out of the kitchen. His tall figure was strikingly handsome. He was loosely wrapped in an apron, which somehow... exuded a hint of sexy temptation amidst the restraint!

"I had washed the bowl and put it in the cabinet."

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"Uh... okay."

At first, Blake didn't understand why he took on the task of washing dishes voluntarily, after all, Mr. Larson was a man who never lifted a finger. But now, seeing him with three buttons of his shirt undone, his collar slightly open, looking like a good homely man, Blake instantly understood. He silently cursed himself for being careless, Mr. Larson was really cunning!

He quickly stole a glance at his sister's reaction.

Calvin, with his striking features and beautiful eyes, looked at the two figures on the sofa, his gaze mainly on Myrna. His voice was slightly hoarse as he asked, "Do you want some watermelon? I can cut it for you."

Myrna didn't like eating fruits, subconsciously looking at the little one beside her: "Does Alfi want some?"

Alfredo glanced at his younger uncle, pouted, and shook his head: "I won't eat."

Calvin gave him a deep look, his thin lips pursed. Suddenly, he turned to Blake and said, "Alfi is about to be discharged from the hospital, my house is not yet fully renovated. Do you have any spare rooms? Could he stay with you for a while?" Blake: ...

He was living there was one thing, but a little one from the Larson family was also coming in?

Ironically, Alfredo overheard their conversation, and those big, sparkling eyes immediately filled with anticipation as they looked at him.

Blake had a thousand reasons to refuse, but they all turned into a

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resigned, "Stay, after all, there are plenty of rooms here."

There were five rooms in the house, and he and Myrna only occupied two. They took up two rooms, and moreover, Mya and that little one got along too well!

Blake always felt like he wasn't living in his own home. They seemed like a family of three, and he felt more like a passerby who was just staying there temporarily. For instance, he had just seen the handsome man take two bottles of yogurt from the refrigerator, placing one each for his sister by the sofa and Alfredo. Blake: ...

He inhaled and then inhaled again.