Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Did I Ask You to Do the Dishes?

“What are you doing?” Kisa slapped his hand away. Her wary and resentful look seemingly implied he was a pervert.

Had it been Jensen, she would never have looked like this. He clenched his hands at his side and said in a bitter voice, “The meal is ready.” With that, he got up and went out.

Kisa looked on until he disappeared in the doorway, and only then did she get up and follow him out. When she got downstairs, she saw Gilbert sitting at the table, sullenly drinking his wine. She glanced at the five dishes and one soup on the table that smelled amazing, definitely not something a novice like him could cook. She pursed her lips and said, “I didn’t expect they would deliver takeaway to such a remote place.”

Gilbert forced the glass on the table and took several deep breaths before looking at her. “Sit down and eat.”

Kisa found his commanding tone of voice offensive. She frowned, not wanting to eat with him, but then she was starving. After much thought, she still sat down at the table. The irresistible food and fine dining ware stirred the glutton in her. She took a bite of the Swedish meatballs, which she liked, and said casually, “Not bad. It tastes fine.”

Gilbert’s knitted eyebrows eased up instantly. There was even an imperceptible smile in his eyes. “Eat as much as you like. If you can’t finish it, I will have to throw it away.‘

Kisa nodded and helped herself to another two pieces of ribs. She said, “Why don’t you just use the takeout boxes? It might look good and appetizing on the fine plates, but we have to do the dishes after eating. It is just a takeout, so it is better to use the takeout boxes, and we don’t have to do the dishes afterward.”

Gilbert’s face collapsed at once, and he clutched the cutlery in his hands so hard that they almost snapped. Kisa noticed nothing wrong with Gilbert as she continued enjoying the meal in front of her. He stared at the side of her face and forced the words through his teeth, saying, “Did I ask you to do the dishes? So much nonsense!”

Kisa flinched at his yell. She swallowed the food and said, “I’m just suggesting it to you. Forget it if you are not happy with it.”

Gilbert grunted, but he could not get angry with her when he saw how much she enjoyed the food. Pleased, he took a sip of wine. After all, this was the second time he had cooked, and that this woman loved it so much proved that he was an excellent cook. He leaned back in his chair, watching her eat with gusto, and could not help but ask, “How do these dishes compare to Jensen’s cooking?”

“Not even close.”

She said without thinking, her words smashing the smugness out of him. His face sank again, and he sneered, “You don’t have to brag about that man even if you like him. When has he ever cooked a meal as good as this?”

“It is much better than this. Jensen’s cooking skills are comparable to that of a five–star chef.

you don’t believe me, you can try it next time.”

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Gilbert put up a half smile. “Okay, then, stop eating these. Go and eat his cooking.” With that, he snatched the cutlery from the woman’s hands.