Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383 Soon to be a chef

All the way from the room to the dining room, as the lights got stronger, Aimee gradually became clear a lot.
She unconsciously recalled what happened from yesterday to now.
When Patrick put Aimee on the dining chair, Aimee did not let go of Patrick's neck, but asked with probing eyes, "Did you kiss me yesterday?"
Patrick didn't even think too much about it but replied directly, "I kiss you everyday."
Aimee was speechless.
Frowning, Aimee said, "I mean, after I came out of the operating room yesterday, did you kiss me?"
Patrick still didn't think there was anything wrong, but was even very righteous, "I kissed my wife. What's wrong?"
"But," Aimee's expression turned serious, and she said to Patrick very seriously, "I left the operating room without taking a shower or changing clothes, and my body smelled of blood."
During yesterday's operation, there were some accidents. After April's chest was cut open, a column of blood rushed out, splashing everywhere, and Aimee suffered the most.
She couldn't help but dislike herself, but Patrick actually faced her like this, kissing her without any burden.
Aimee didn't know whether she should feel sweet or speechless.
Patrick touched Aimee's head and said, "But you're my most precious person. After working so hard, shouldn't I get a kiss from you as a reward?"
Aimee was instantly amused by Patrick.
Her brows and eyes were all bent. Happiness appeared in her face.
However, no matter how happy and sweet she felt, at this moment, she was defeated by her being hungry.
Aimee looked at Patrick, and said coquettishly, "Although I think what you said is very reasonable, and I also want to give you a reward kiss, now I am really hungry and have no energy to kiss you."
Patrick was a little dumbfounded by Aimee's words.
He raised his eyebrows lightly, then pinched Aimee's chin and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as you have this idea, no matter what, I will help you achieve it."
After saying that, Patrick had already kissed Aimee's lips.
His lips pressed against Aimee's lips and he whispered, "I'm also very satisfied with such a reward."
Aimee was a little depressed. If Patrick didn't bring her food, she would starve to death.
Who would have thought that this man would actually distort her meaning and even take the opportunity to kiss her.
Aimee got a little emotional, opened her mouth, and bit Patrick's lip.
She had a lot of strength, and this time, she exerted even more force, and directly bit Patrick's mouth.
In an instant, fresh blood gushed out, and even her teeth were stained with the smell of blood.
Patrick didn't expect that Aimee did this to him.
He licked the wound on his lip, and for a while, he couldn't react.
When did his baby become so violent?
Or, how much she hated him to do such a cruel thing to him.
However, Patrick didn't even have time to start his accusation, but Aimee blinked innocently and said, "I didn't mean it. I an too hungry, and you are so delicious."
In an instant, Patrick seemed to be dumb and didn't want o accuse her at all.
At this moment, even if Aimee wanted his life, he might obediently put his neck between her teeth.
Patrick now even felt that he seemed to be able to understand the meaning of a sentence, that was, "a wicked person will be harassed by another of like ilk".
He and Aimee, at this moment, seemed to be two wicked people, and wanted to see who could be more wicked than the other.
However, Patrick didn't really continue joking with Aimee. After all, he felt sorry for her, rubbed Aimee's head, then turned and walked into the kitchen.
He cooked the millet shredded chicken porridge, which he had been cooking in the kitchen with James since the evening.
The longer the porridge was cooked, the more delicious it will be.
Patrick thoroughly implemented this point, just to cook the most delicious casserole porridge for Aimee. From the evening until just now, for five hours, he was staring at the porridge without blinking.
However, what made Patrick the happiest was that he finished cooking the porridge and Aimee just woke up.
There always seemed to be such a tacit understanding between them. Without saying anything in advance, they can always easily synchronize with each other when there was no agreement at all.
Aimee smelled the aroma of porridge, and even became a little anxious.
She looked like the kind of child who was starving at the moment, and wanted to stuff food into her mouth in a hurry.
Fortunately, Patrick had figured this out. He took it and let the porridge cool until it reached a temperature just enough to eat.
In this way, the taste was the best and the temperature was just right.
Aimee ate a whole bowl of porridge non-stop to suppress the hunger.
She could finally free her mouth to praise Patrick.
Although Aimee was very clear that the pot of millet chicken porridge cooked by Patrick still needed James' help, she had to say sincerely, "Darling, I think if you continue to develop your cooking skills, you may soon become a master chef."
Patrick laughed at her exaggeration.
Squeezing her face gently, Patrick said, "It doesn't matter if I'm a chef or not. I just hope you like it."
Aimee nodded without hesitation, "I like it very much, very much."
Judging by the results of Patrick's cooking these few times, Aimee had to admit that she really liked it.
Even though Patrick followed James' guidance and completed it step by step, and there were obvious traces of James' instructions in the results, however, Aimee just can taste the difference.
To put it overly romantic, everything they did was full of love.
This may be what set Patrick apart from others.
What he cooked for her was accompanied by his strong and affectionate love for her.
Aimee was not exaggerating when she said Patrick didn't need to be a great cook. As long as he can maintain the status quo, she can eat like this for a lifetime and never get tired of it.
Similarly, Aimee was confident that Patrick will feel the same way about the food she cooked.