Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 456

Chapter 456 Let’s Order Takeout

As expected of The Nation's Crush, he could create such a sensational effect even in a supermarket.

Sure enough, Blake could tell that Elspeth was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Therefore, before the crowd caused a complete uproar, he glared viciously at Elspeth, grabbed Lisa next to him, and ran out thereafter.

The crowd naturally noticed the running figure. Hence, they eventually came to their senses as they gave chase.

On the other hand, Elspeth pulled Callum to the side to avoid getting involved in that stampede.

"I didn't know you could be such a little demon."

Callum felt somewhat amused as he watched her, causing mayhem for Blake. Why does she get cuter the longer I spend time with her?

Elspeth raised her chin proudly as she side-eyed the man who was next to her. "Okay. Let's bag things up and get going. You're supposed to be cooking for me, remember?"

As expected, he immediately stopped teasing her when she brought up him being her personal chef for dinner. Then, he resolutely took out his phone, paid, and left.

Callum immediately walked into the kitchen with the bags of groceries in his hand when they arrived at Elspeth's house.

At first, Elspeth wanted to help him. However, she was gently yet firmly shown to the door.

"I don't need your help. Just stay in the living room and enjoy your dinner later."

Callum stubbornly refused her help.

Since she wasn't a skillful cook in the first place, she only really asked if Callum needed help out of courtesy. Therefore, when she heard Callum say he didn't need any help, she immediately skipped out of the kitchen happily and left all the tasks to him.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa while watching TV in the living room.

A strange smell wafted out of the kitchen. She furrowed her brows as she gave it another distracted sniff. Eventually, as time passed, she felt that something wasn't quite right because it smelled distinctly burnt. So, she couldn't resist twisting her head to look toward the kitchen and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Callum's voice didn't seem as confident as before. However, the sound of him chopping the vegetables in the kitchen was exceptionally loud.

"I'm cooking."

Still, she swallowed nervously and asked cautiously, "Why does it smell like something has been overcooked? Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Callum shook his head when a sudden realization hit him. She can't see me from the living room. Therefore, he immediately raised his voice, "No, I don't need your help."

Since he's insistent on refusing my help, I think I better stop pestering him further. With that in mind, Elspeth had no choice but to forcefully hold back the doubts in her mind and prepare herself for the outcome of his cooking later.

Approximately two hours passed, and dinner was still not ready. Elspeth was practically famished at this point.

Yet, the man inside the kitchen seemed to show no sign of serving any food.

"Callum, how many dishes have you made?"

"Three."

He took two hours just to make three dishes?! Isn't that a tad too exaggerated? She could no longer hold back her curiosity as she pushed herself off the sofa and walked straight into the kitchen.

However, as soon as she walked in, she was positively shocked by the… Hazy quality of the kitchen.

It was so smoky that it was impossible for her to see the person on the other side clearly.

"Callum, why didn't you turn on the range hood?"

Callum was slightly taken aback. That's right. It seems like Ms. Layme was the one who turned on the range hood when I was at home before. I can't believe I actually forgot about this when I came here today. It's no wonder I keep feeling a little out of breath.

Elspeth's eyes twitched as she immediately reached out and turned on the range hood. It took a few minutes for the smoke in the kitchen to clear away.

"Let me take a look at the dishes you have made."

Callum's face turned slightly crimson. He turned sideways and deliberately blocked the table behind him. "No, don't. You know what, forget it. Let's just dine out."

"Oh, come on. You practically spent two hours making these dishes. Let me have a look at them."

She stubbornly wanted to look at the dishes he had made, but he firmly blocked her line of sight and path.

"I said don't look at them."

Perhaps, Callum, too, found his own failure to be unacceptable, for there was a hint of awkwardness in his expression.

"It doesn't matter. Regardless of how the dishes turn out, I will still appreciate them regardless of how they turn out."

Elspeth tried every possible way to trick him into letting her look at the dishes. Finally, she succeeded after several minutes of coaxing. Alas, when she saw the dishes on the plates in front of her, her facial expression instantly took a turn. What's up with the black and charred fish? Also, the strong smell of alcohol. Did he douse the braised beef ribs with a whole bottle of red wine? It looks way too unappetizing.

Elspeth swallowed her saliva at the very interesting picture before her. All of a sudden, she regretted telling Callum that she would never despise the dishes, no matter how unappetizing they looked. I don't think it's just me feeling this way. Anyone will be disgusted with these dishes once they take a look at them.

Callum naturally noticed the stiff look on her face the moment she saw the dishes. Therefore, he let out a light cough to cover up his panic and embarrassment. "That's enough. Let's throw them away. We'll just order takeaway."

Nevertheless, she decided to brave the unknown as she picked up a fork and hesitantly poked one of the ribs lightly.

"That fish… Uh… It's burnt, so it's probably not edible anymore. These beef ribs, however, look like they can still be salvaged, even a little."

Callum had worked so hard to make these dishes, after all. Therefore, Elspeth figured it would probably sadden him tremendously if she simply dumped them into the trash can in disgust.

Hence, in an effort not to discourage his enthusiasm for cooking, she resolutely picked up a piece of charred something, closed her eyes, and stuffed it into her mouth as though she was braving herself for war.

Unfortunately, she tasted nothing but alcohol the moment that piece of food touched her tongue.

Immediately afterward, she realized that some parts of the beef ribs were still hard to chew. It seems that the beef hasn't been cooked long enough.

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