Chapter 440

"Is that all? Piece of cake," Anthea said, her voice tinged with nonchalance as she swiftly drew a knife across the lamb's belly, slicing open a crimson line before deftly peeling off its skin. Despite the gruesomeness of the task at hand, Sherman found a certain peaceful harmony in the act, as if it underscored the tranquility of simpler times.

Catching his gaze, Anthea looked up slightly. "You're not going to look away?"

"Why should I? If a girl like you isn't bothered, why would I be?" Sherman replied, twirling a lighter in his fingers.

"But aren't you a vegetarian?" she probed.

Sherman's tone was light. "Just looking won't hurt."

"Then, could you fetch a large platter from the kitchen? I want to carve out the best part of the loin."

"Sure thing."

With that, Sherman headed to the kitchen.

It seemed Anthea was probably the first person to ever boss Sherman around like this.

And yet, Sherman didn't seem to mind at all.

After grabbing the platter, Sherman asked, "Anything else you need?"

"Grab me a pair of scissors, will you?"

"Alright."

And just like that, Anthea had Sherman running errands all morning.

By half-past ten, Anthea had dissected the entire lamb.

The innards were discarded, along with the head, leaving them with about eighty pounds of meat.

Anthea planned to whip up a lamb stew and then grill some

diet, she decided to prepare a spicy mushroom noodles for him, paired with a side of

that plan in mind, Anthea set

was filled with the tantalizing

tender on the inside. The juices burst in her mouth, almost making her wish she could swallow her own tongue along with it. Wild mountain

The flavor was spectacular!

her eyes in

glass

lamb chops

were ready, Anthea started on

the mushroom and lamb broths had been

needed to do was to

onions, garlic, or

Anthea added some

eat. Come and

way." Sherman hurried

"Here's yours, and this cucumber salad

the

the seemingly simple noodle soup to taste

he

meal, Sherman took the initiative to do

so

it was his first

who was unaccustomed to being challenged, found himself at a loss before a pile of

be done before starting

Sherman frowned slightly.

against the doorway, Anthea watched him, an apple in her hand. "I think you should start by using some dish soap." The dish soap was right there, so

of mischief flickered in Anthea's eyes. "Then, you need

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