Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Cooking for Freya

In the dining room, Freya sat at the table swinging her legs under the chair, a slight frown forming on her delicate face. "Daddy, I’m hungry," she said, her small voice edged with impatience.

From the kitchen, Ethan called out, "Five more minutes for the pie, Princess. I’m bringing a starter in just one minute."

True to his word, he lifted the lid of the steamer and carefully scooped the tender green beans into a ceramic bowl. He sprinkled a bit of pink salt over them and gently stirred the steaming beans with a wooden spoon. Then, he added a dusting of freshly grated lemon zest, letting the citrus aroma infuse the dish.

He stepped into the dining room with the bowl in his hands and a theatrical flourish in his voice. "Your Highness, here are your Steamed Green Beans." He bowed as if presenting a royal offering.

Freya giggled at his exaggerated gesture, her eyes lighting up with joy.

Ethan sat down beside her briefly, took a spoon, and served a small portion onto her plate. "They’re still hot, so wait a little before eating."

Just then, the oven beeped from the kitchen.

"Oh! The broccoli’s done. I’ll be right back," he said, hurrying away.

Back in the kitchen, he opened the oven and took out the tray of beautifully roasted broccoli, their edges crisped to perfection. He transferred them into another serving bowl, squeezed a wedge of fresh lemon over the florets, and sprinkled more lemon zest on top to brighten the flavor.

Balancing the bowl of roasted broccoli in one hand and a Shepherd’s pie in the other, he returned to the dining room. He carefully placed the two dishes on the table and disappeared into the kitchen once again to remove his apron and wash his hands. After a quick refresh, he rejoined Freya at the table, settling into his seat beside her.

As soon as he sat down, Freya tugged on his sleeve. "Daddy, I want pie."

"Okay," Ethan replied, cutting a small piece and placing it on her plate. "Let it cool slightly. It’s still very hot."

"Okay, Daddy," she said, obediently staring at the food on her plate.

wait," he added, placing a few pieces on her plate with

that moment, Eleanor

broccoli, and steamed green beans glistening under the light. A small bowl of salad rested in the center, filled with fresh arugula, baby spinach, cherry tomatoes, sliced cucumber, and dressed lightly with a balsamic vinaigrette. In front of Freya was a tall glass of citrus-infused water with slices of lemon and orange floating inside. Two additional

eyes widened slightly

gesturing politely toward the seat across from

scanning the array of food, and took the offered seat.

each dish on her plate with practiced precision.

arched a brow, her lips twitching in amusement. "You made all of

the ingredients in advance. I just assembled and

small bite of broccoli. Her eyes lit

chewing on a piece of pie, chimed in proudly, "My daddy is the best! He made

warmly and ruffled her hair. "Eat slowly. It’s still

well everything was seasoned and cooked. The flavors were balanced, the textures perfect. There was a noticeable sense of care in every bite, and that

Sometimes it’s good to have a

said, "You’ve got skills. What else can you cook

them. "What would you like to eat?" he asked,

you cook anything?" she asked,

Back then, I wanted to contribute in a way that could help

arms with a slightly offended look. "Excuse

frozen food you toss into the oven for a few minutes

cooking. Freya loves

mouth, Freya nodded

"Alright, alright. I

eating, secretly enjoying the taste of the homemade meal. "Maybe it tastes better because I was hungry," she thought stubbornly, unwilling

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