Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 216

Chapter 216 Aren't You Afraid of Being Poisoned?

Anne's words made the three little guys on the railing upstairs look at each other involuntarily. "That..."

Stella looked up at the two brothers in front of her. "Mommy, is her cooking... really good?"

"In the past, her cooking was very good." Steve was stunned.

"Amnesia... It can't be that she forgot her cooking skills, right?"

He asked Alora to make potato pancakes for them. Although a part of the reason was that he really wanted to eat it, the more important reason was that he wanted Alora to make the things that she used to make for them and regain the memories of the past.

Now it seemed...

"I also don't think one will forget to cook after losing his memory."

"But Mommy has never failed to cook before." James frowned.

The three little guys looked at each other again.

Finally, Steve glanced at James indifferently. "Go down and take a look."

"Stella, you go." James crossed his arms.

Stella blinked her eyes and walked to Steve with an innocent face. She grabbed Steve's sleeve and said, "Brother... You won't really let me go, will you?"

"I have never eaten the potato pancakes made by Mommy. I don't know if what she made is the taste of what you used to eat..."

Steve looked at James helplessly.

James looked at Stella guiltily.

Stella continued to shake Steve's sleeve.

The three little guys were in a deadlock for a long time, and finally decided to replace their daddy! Thus, the door to Samir's study was knocked. Inside the door, the man frowned slightly and looked at the three little guys who were pushing and shoving each other. "What's wrong?" Finally, it was Stella who bravely stood up. "Daddy, Mommy is cooking delicious food for us downstairs." "But we are not too hungry. We don't want to disappoint Mommy's good intentions." "So, Daddy, can you eat in our place?" "Really?" Samir looked at them with a frown.

"Of course it's true."

"Daddy, if you don't believe us, you have to believe in your precious daughter, Stella, right?" James pursed his lips.

Samir paused for a moment, then stood up and went out.

When he passed by the three little guys, he squatted down and gently grabbed Stella's shoulder. "Don't let me know that you have bad intentions with your brothers." "Otherwise, Daddy won't like you anymore."

Stella subconsciously took a step back in fear.

"Mr. Samir, you said that Stella is your favorite little baby." Steve frowned and protected Stella behind him.

"Even if she lied to you, you have to spoil her, right?"

"I will definitely spoil her." The man smiled.

"But if it is the two of you..."

"Back then, when Alora drank my bottle of wine, the two of you didn't seem to have returned the money to me." Steve and James looked at each other.

Then the two little guys picked up their sister and quickly ran away

Standing at the door of the study, Samir looked at the back of the three little guys and shook his head helplessly.

Taking a deep breath, the man raised his leg and went downstairs.

As the steps went down, the burnt smell downstairs became heavier and heavier.

When he walked to the dining room, Alora was setting the plate of black stuff on the table. In the kitchen behind her, the hood was on, and Anne was washing the pot in front of the sink with a helpless face. Seeing him come, Alora smiled a little embarrassedly, "Steve said that James wanted to eat the potato pancakes I made..."

"I don't remember how the potato pancakes were made, so.."

Samir frowned. He knew it.

The three little guys were supposed to have good intentions, but unfortunately, they knew that Alora had messed up the potato pancakes, so they let him come down to clean up the mess. The man sighed and looked down at the plate on the table.

Although the plate was black, the original outline could be seen... It should be a piece of potato.

... So, this little fool had forgotten how to make the potato pancakes, so she just sliced the potatoes and put them in the pot to be fried?

The man's eyes made Alora a little embarrassed.

She bit her lips and subconsciously picked up the plate. "Forget it, I will throw it away..."

As soon as she touched the plate, she was stopped by Samir.

"Although it doesn't look good, it might taste good. Let me try it," he said with a smile.

"It definitely won't taste good..." Alora bit her lips, feeling a little uneasy. "You have so little confidence in yourself?" "Your cooking skills used to be very good. I believe that even if you forget the specific steps, your talent should still be there." "I believe that even if your cooking is not good, the taste should be good." "Even if the taste is bad, it will slowly become better in the future."

Samir's voice was low and deep. When he spoke, he quietly looked at Alora with his deep eyes. The determination and encouragement in his eyes instantly warmed Alora's heart. She bit her lips and released the hand holding the plate. "Thank you for saying that." After that, she took a deep breath, picked up the chopsticks and handed it to him. "In fact, I think you are right. The taste should be good." "I just put five spoons of salt." Samir, "..."

His hand that was holding the chopsticks stopped. Was it too late for him to take back what he had just said?

The man took a deep breath, picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece into his mouth. The black potatoes were all fried salt.

He hardened his heart and ate it.

After a long time, he swallowed the piece of potato.

"The taste... is not bad."

Then, the man picked up his chopsticks and picked up the second piece. "Mr. Rowan, are you crazy?" The moment he put the second piece into his mouth, Anne just came out of the kitchen. She was shocked to see Samir calmly put the potato into his mouth and eat it, and her eyes were about to pop out. "Do you want to die?" Samir frowned and looked at her without saying anything. "Why are you talking about my husband like that?" Alora bit her lips and glared at Anne. "Mr. Rowan, it doesn't hurt so much to dote on your wife." Anne helplessly rubbed his aching eyebrows. "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?" "How could you be poisoned?" Alora rolled his eyes at her. "The potato you made..." Anne did not know how to describe it. In the end, she took a deep breath and said, "If you don't believe me, try it yourself. If you can swallow it like Mr. Rowan, I will admire you!"

As soon as she said that, Anne regretted it.

She and Alora had known each other for many years and she knew Alora's character very well, so she dared to say anything.

But the current Alora... was not the previous one. Her temper was so hot now, what if she got angry...

But what Anne did not expect was that Alora was not angry. She glanced at the empty plate and then at Samir, who had just swallowed the potatoes. The next second, the woman directly reached out and wrapped her arms around his arm, then moved her mouth toward the man's thin lips.