There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Since she had been taking care of herself for a few months, she could make some simple dishes though she was not quite good at cooking. Cooking noodles was very easy for her. And she was even able to make it both delicious and good-looking.

In fact, she was a woman who looked for a high quality of life. This was what Lorie had taught her since her childhood. She did not know how to do lots of things before, not because she didn’t want to do them, but because Phil did not give her any opportunity to do these chores.

During this time she gradually adapted herself to the kitchen things and learned to cook a bowl of noodles deliciously.

While waiting for the water to boil, Anya took a look at Phil's refrigerator. She took out broccoli, cut it and blanched it, and then made stir-fry broccoli with garlic.

Anyway, Phil had an upset stomach now, so it was good for him to eat lightly. If he wanted to eat some complicated meat dishes, she wouldn't be able to make it.

So when Phil sat down at the table, he saw such a pleasing picture. Although it was the simplest and lightest meal, for him it was the most delicious meal of his life.

Before eating, he had already felt happy and thought it must be very delicious. Since it was cooked by his beloved girl, he hated to eat it.

And Anya, who was sitting opposite him, saw him staring at the noodles on the table without any reaction, and got slightly embarrassed. For someone like Phil, who was used to eating delicacies, he should have no appetite for such simple food.

And his cooking skills were so good. Every time he cooked for her, he always made a full meal.

After seconds of embarrassment she said bluntly to Phil, "If it is not your liking, ask Gaven to bring you food."

He was ill after all. It was not good to force him to eat food that he didn’t like. That would be so inhumane.

"How could it not?" Phil suddenly looked up and denied her words in excitement, which startled Anya.

"I just…I can't bear to eat them!" Phil seriously stressed, "This is the first time you made me food. I have to take a picture to commemorate it."

Anya's embarrassment turned into shyness, especially when she saw that he was really about to take out his phone to take pictures. She hurriedly stopped him.

"Can you stop being so tacky?" Anya's tone was full of disgust.

took picture of the food and posted it online, it would really

be speechless, thinking if this badly-cooked thing was

big shots. If Phil did that, Anya herself would become an

away his cell phone and coaxed her, "Fine. I won't take that

Anya was speechless.

he

cooked the meal not because she

merely pitied him, and did not want to see that Phil, the baby’s father, died before the child

stopped, and the two ate quietly

with the collar that

here just now, he wrapped himself up like a dumpling. Now his clothes were in disarray. She could tell that he was

have a terrible fever. I’m

people supposed to feel colder

was not like she had never had a fever before. When she had a fever, she felt so cold that she kept shivering and wanted to cover her body with several quilts to get warm.

Phil lied brazenly, just refusing to admit that

of talking to him, and only lowered her head to

surprised that Anya's simple noodles would be so delicious, which

a little girl, and whenever he mentioned her to others, he always liked to call her “my girl”, and subconsciously

hadn't seen her for several months since their divorce. When they met again,

not changed too much, but he had not properly

the meal, many thoughts

to control her was so strong that

for a moment, while kindly reminding Phil, "You’ve had dinner. You'd better

you

late. I'll ask Gaven to send

I can go back by