Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1577

"Just a minute. I'll fry you a couple of eggs. We'll talk after you've had something to eat. Can't do this on an empty stomach."

He reached for the eggs, only to realize that the dozens of fresh eggs he’d just had delivered were all gone!

The pile of black stuff in the trash was the sum of his 'masterpieces.'

He wasn't much of a cook…

To be precise, it wasn’t that he wasn't much of a cook, it was that he couldn't cook at all.

He'd never been in a kitchen before and had zero interest in it.

He was only attempting it today because of the special circumstances.

This place was far from the city, making food delivery difficult. And after their long night, Winona's energy was completely drained.

She hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch; she must be starving by now.

That's why he'd ventured into the kitchen, hoping to fry a couple of eggs to help her recover.

He had even looked up a tutorial video online. It looked so simple when other people did it.

Turn on the heat, add oil, crack the eggs…

He followed the steps, but not a single one turned out right.

It was a classic case of 'looks easy, fails hard.'

Keaton was mortified.

"...Fried eggs aren't that good anyway. How about some oatmeal? It's good for your stomach. I made you some."

He bent down to get a small bowl from the cabinet and went to serve Winona.

But as soon as he lifted the pot lid, Keaton froze. "!"

The 'oatmeal' in the pot was crystal clear; you could see right to the bottom.

He'd forgotten to add the oats.

He'd just boiled a pot of water.

Keaton: "…"

He was dying of embarrassment. He turned to Winona, looking like a big dog that had just been caught doing something wrong.

"Maybe I should just take you out to eat?"

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