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.

up a lamb stew

spicy mushroom noodles for

in mind, Anthea

kitchen was filled with

on the outside and tender on the inside. The juices burst in her mouth, almost making her wish

The flavor was spectacular!

her eyes

the glass door,

chops really

chops were ready, Anthea started on Sherman's spicy mushroom noodles and her

broths had

all she needed to do was

eat onions, garlic, or

Anthea added some parsley

it's time to eat. Come

on my way." Sherman

bowl of spicy mushroom noodles. "Here's yours, and this cucumber salad is for you too." Sherman took

moved to the

simple noodle soup to

no time, he finished the entire

meal, Sherman took the initiative to do

lacked a dishwasher, so it

his first time

being challenged, found himself at a

done

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

Anthea's eyes.

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