His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 880

Niamh let out a wry smile. Her nose twitched, catching the fragrant scent of chili. “What did you make?” she asked, curious.

“A spicy noodle bowl,” Jonathan replied with a hint of pride.

“Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were planning a career change to become a chef.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Jonathan shook his head.

“No. I’m not interested in cooking for other people.”

The statement was classic Jonathan. Niamh was already starving, and she drifted toward the dining table. She saw that there was much more than just a spicy noodle bowl. There was also savory shrimp porridge, meatloaf, and grilled salmon.

“That’s quite a feast for breakfast!”

“It’s already noon… and you can’t just eat spicy noodles,” he replied.

Looking at the rich, nutritious spread he had prepared just for her, Niamh knew his earlier statement was incomplete. He wasn’t interested in cooking for other people—but she was the exception. Niamh’s fingers curled slightly.

“Did you make the spicy noodle bowl to compete with the diner from yesterday?” she asked, pulling out a chair.

“No,” Jonathan shook his head. “I just saw that you didn’t get your fill yesterday, so I made some for you.”

Niamh looked at him. As far as she knew, Jonathan had probably never eaten a spicy noodle bowl in his life, or if he had, she could count the times on one hand. And yet… the one he had made for her was even more delicious than the one from the diner renowned for its recipe. Niamh couldn’t help but think that either Jonathan was a true culinary genius, or he had spent an immense amount of effort perfecting the flavor. Obviously, the latter was far more likely. This was a spicy noodle bowl crafted just for her. The more she ate, the warmer she felt inside. Watching her devour the bowl in record time, Jonathan asked softly, “Is it good?”

“It’s delicious.”

“Then… in honor of the delicious noodle bowl, would you go somewhere with me after we eat?”

Niamh looked up and asked directly, “Where?”

“Autumn Hill Cemetery.”