44 A Gracious Loser

Anna authoritatively pushed Wayne into the kitchen.

“You should spend more time with Matthew. Look how happy he wawhen he was playing with Tammy. Your servants taking care of him said that he had never been this happy before. That’s crazy.”

While Wayne was blaming himself again because of Anna’s words, Anna suddenly put an apron in his arms, “Put this on so that you won’t get flour on your clothes.”

His eyes twisted when he saw the pink apron. When he was about to say something, Anna suddenly urged him, “What are you waiting for? Go wash your hands. It’s five o’clock. The kids are starving.”

He somehow followed her orders, put on the apron, and washed his hands. Then he started to make a dough according to Anna’s instructions.

“Usually, we can make cookies in all kinds of shapes. Round, square, whatever. But kids don’t really care about the flavor. They pay more attention to the appearance than the taste of the food. Therefore, we can use a cookie mold or make some animals with our hands when making cookies.”

Anna tried to show him and extruded the dough on the baking paper.

“Look, now we have a little duck. Remember not to put too much dough on one cookie, because it will expand in the oven, and it will eventually look too fat.”

Anna was very serious when teaching Wayne. She stared at the baking paper, and soon there were all kinds of animals on it.

Wayne stood by her side and stared at her face, suddenly having a strange feeling.

He suddenly found she interesting, much more interesting than the women he met before.

She was not vain or highfalutin. She was excellent in work and in life. She was kind, brave, and straightforward. And she was patient with children.

sentence that he took as a child’s babble suddenly struck him. His hand

sure no one would like to eat a cookie that looks

at his work in embarrassment and put

do it

over the thing he made,“

picked out a tiny cranberry from the

to stretch

looks like

look at the “little snake” that she made. It lay lazily on the baking paper, with a cute cranberry eye

were first fixed on the cookie and then moved to Anna’s face. Her

no one fed him,

can you eat by yourself?” Wayne couldn’t help but

five years old.” Anna said in an exaggerating tone, “Matthew can do a lot

 

gave Wayne a scornful look as if he had been

plate and said gently, “It’s my

it was getting late, but Tammy wouldn’t go

was a big screen TV in Wayne’s living room, and there was a tank game in it. They could play the game together, each

minutes into the first round, Wayne had occupied

your TV. You must have played for

first time, too.” Wayne said with no expression, “Don’t try to

stood up, and waved his hand for a long time. But no one understood

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