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.

pasta earlier, he had not shown any

“Mom, I got it.”

I just remembered the past. Leslie likes the ravioli I make, but I’m not skilled at it and they tend to fall

as you might think. Don’t dislike him

seemed worried that Aurelia might consider

said as she pushed the cart toward another food

your shopping anymore.” With that, Linda

“Okay, bye.”

some ingredients for ravioli dough, she

the place was pitch black. Leslie had not returned

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

make extra ravioli that could be stored for later consumption. They would only cook the frozen

of work, Aurelia managed to wrap over 80 ravioli. She then used the remaining fillings to make around 20 smaller ones, to be

placed the ravioli into a storage container in the fridge. After

was almost 11:00

hesitated for a moment, then she decided to send Leslie a

you be

there was no response from

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

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

this name.