"Okay." Tommy Taylor took the photo, "Where are you going?"

"Home. If there’s nothing important, don’t call me."

He’d been busy these past few days, leaving early and returning late. By the time he got home, his little wife was already asleep. Today, he finally had some time, and he wanted to go home early to spend it with Vera Wave.

As he reached the door, he stopped again.

"By the way, find some time to go to the prison and ask Anabel Wilton if she knows any background on Irene Spencer. Also, call Captain Liu and see if there’s been any progress on the case."

They still hadn’t found any background information on Irene Spencer, and Kris Cooper certainly wasn’t about to give up. It was just that he’d been too busy these past few days to investigate personally, so he instructed Tommy Taylor to look into it.

Two weeks would pass quickly. If no clues were found by then, Irene Spencer would have to be released, and that was a situation he didn’t want to see.

Tommy Taylor nodded, "Okay, you should go home and get some rest first!"

Going downstairs to the car, Kris Cooper didn’t go straight home. Instead, he went to the florist to buy flowers, and then to the dessert shop to buy his little foodie’s favorite blueberry mousse before returning to his old house.

Arriving at the old house, he headed straight to the backyard.

"Little foodie, aren’t you coming out to greet your husband’s grand entrance?!"

There was no response from inside the room.

Kris Cooper raised his eyebrows, gently pushed the door open, and walked in, only to find the room empty.

Feeling puzzled, he put down the flowers and snacks and stepped out, as Aunt Li was helping Grandma Wave from the back garden. Seeing him, she immediately smiled and greeted him.

"Where’s Vera?"

"Miss is in the kitchen cooking!" Aunt Li replied.

Cooking?

Vera Wave?!

Kris Cooper was astonished. In his memory, the one time she got up to make him breakfast, she ended up microwaving the milk, and he spent the entire morning cleaning up the kitchen.

Feeling concerned, he quickly ran to the front yard, went to the kitchen, and through the glass door, he immediately saw her standing at the counter, wearing an apron and seriously flipping the pork ribs in the pan with a spatula.

Aunt Feng was standing beside her, apparently giving guidance.

On the dining table, there were already a few dishes, and it was easy to tell that the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and bok choy mushrooms were different from the others, much less vibrant in color.

Not only did they not look appealing, but several pieces of egg were slightly burnt.

It was obvious that these dishes were not made by the same person who made the others. No need to ask, they were definitely the works of the newly-promoted little chef Vera Wave.

Aunt Feng caught sight of Kris Cooper standing outside the glass door, and he immediately put a finger to his lips, signaling her to keep silent.

Aunt Feng understood and immediately turned her head.

"Alright, that’s about done. Let it simmer for three more minutes and it can be served. You watch the pot, I’ll go call Grandma and the others to come eat."

Vera Wave focused on the dishes in the pot.

"Okay."

After Aunt Feng left, Kris Cooper tiptoed in, standing behind her, watching as she carefully turned the ribs, timing it until she placed them onto a plate.

Worried about the taste, she picked up a piece to try, blowing on it to cool it down.

Out of nowhere, a hand reached out from behind and snatched away that small piece of rib.

Startled, she turned around in a panic and saw it was him, only to widen her eyes.

"Kris?! You...why are you back?"

He’d been leaving early and coming home late these days, knowing he was busy, and she couldn’t help much. So she’d been practicing cooking at home, hoping to someday make a meal for him. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"With my lovely wife personally cooking, of course, I must come back for the meal, right?"

Kris Cooper lifted the rib to his lips, but Vera Wave panicked and grabbed it back from him.

"You can’t eat that!"

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Good afternoon