Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 377 Your Daddy Is Very Selective About His Food 

“I genuinely thought something important had come up for you today that you forgot to pick up the kids. Turns out you were being lovey–dovey with him at home.” 

The man’s tone was incredibly icy and brimmed with resentment. 

Kisa slowly put some distance between herself and Jensen. 

She casually turned to the kitchen entrance and saw Gilbert standing by the door. The expression on his face was terrifyingly dark 

Meanwhile, Ada and Andrew stood behind him as they peered at her carefully. 

Kisa ignored his presence and walked past him. She turned to Ada and Andrew, “Have you two eaten?” 

Andrew shook his head. 

Ada replied, “I want to eat the spaghetti you make.” 

Kisa patted their heads with a smile, “The two of you can go do your homework. I’ll go cook you two some spaghetti right this instant.” 

The two children obediently went to the living room to do their homework. 

After Kisa sent the children away, she continued ignoring Gilbert and went back into the kitchen. Then, she said to Jensen, “You can continue kneading the dough. I’ll go make the kids some spaghetti.” 

a smile. When his gaze fell on Gilbert, a mixture of emotions flashed

it at Gilbert with a smile, “Don’t get it wrong. Kisa and I

sardonically and did

makes delicious rose shortbread cookies.

some. These rose shortbread cookies are meant for you.”

before Gilbert could respond.

I worked hard to make into the trash. Since that’s the case, there’s no need for

his eyes coldly.

then was right. From then till now, the rose shortbread cookies she made had always been meant for

his sides and sneered, “I wouldn’t want to eat something that unpalatable even if you gifted it

froze while cooking

tightened her grip on the spatula and smiled at him slightly, “Is that so? Thank goodness these

before

spaghetti as if Gilbert had never appeared.

was no longer as harmonious and cheerful

very quickly. She even

children had finished their homework. They were sitting on the couch and watching

other end of the couch with a gloomy

Uncle Jensen and I are making rose shortbread cookies. Why don’t we have it once you

glanced at Gilbert before turning to Kisa, “Ma’am,