Menantu Pahlawan Negara by Sarjana

Chapter 39

“Mom.” Aurelia hesitantly interrupted Linda’s praise and shifted the conversation. “Apart from disliking pasta, does Mr. Snyder have any other food preferences?”

The silence stretched for more than ten seconds after Linda heard her question. Aurelia assumed it was a signal issue.

“Mom? Mom? Can you hear me?”

“Leslie told you that he dislikes pasta? Did he… Personally mention it to you?” Linda sounded startled.

“Yes. Mom, is there something wrong?” Aurelia was puzzled.

“When Leslie was young, there was a school project where kids had to make carbonara for their parents. Coincidentally, it was his father’s birthday.”

“Leslie tried his best to make carbonara for his father, but it ended with him being scolded and hearing hurtful words.

“He doesn’t hate the taste of pasta. It’s certain implications associated with it that he despises. Since then, he never eats pasta.”

Linda’s tone turned melancholic as she recounted the event.

Aurelia stood amidst the vast array of shelves as her gaze lost its luster. She couldn’t fathom the disappointment that Leslie had felt in his childhood.

offered him pasta earlier, he had not shown any signs of disdain.

“Mom, I got it.”

not skilled at it and they tend to fall apart. Yet, he still finishes them

He isn’t as difficult as you might think. Don’t dislike him just because of

seemed worried that Aurelia might consider leaving Leslie because of his distant

as she pushed the

disturb your shopping anymore.” With that, Linda concluded their

“Okay, bye.”

After having purchased some ingredients for ravioli

she returned to her apartment, the place was pitch

She then set aside some meat and vegetables to start making the ravioli

and Leslie’s frequent overtime, Aurelia decided to make extra ravioli that could be stored for later consumption.

used the remaining fillings to make around 20 smaller

ravioli into a storage container in the fridge. After completing

it was almost 11:00

hesitated for a moment, then she decided to send

will you

there was no

small ravioli on the kitchen counter. It was not the right time to cook them yet.

on the couch and opened her laptop. The name “Ian” Florence had mentioned

herself increasingly intrigued and interested in this name. There were a few articles about