Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 393

"Oh, really? What a coincidence," Yvonne replied vaguely.

Thomas didn't press the issue.

Yvonne turned on the TV, but the channels were disappointing. There was nothing on but news, commercials, and shopping channels. The local stations were showing some dramas, but none of them looked interesting.

After two boring episodes of a drama, it was already noon.

Yvonne finally had something to do: make lunch.

"Any dietary restrictions?" Yvonne asked as she walked into the kitchen and started looking through the fridge for ingredients.

"None. I'm not a picky eater." Thomas followed her into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves to help. "I can't cook, but I can help wash the vegetables."

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor." Yvonne pulled out some spinach and cilantro and handed them to Thomas.

Thomas was wearing a ring, which he took off and placed on the counter by the sink before turning on the tap.

His skin was fair, and the sight of his long fingers sorting through the green leaves was surprisingly pleasant to watch.

Thomas diligently washed and prepared the vegetables.

Meanwhile, Yvonne was preparing chicken and ribs.

For lunch, she made four dishes and a soup: Kung Pao chicken, braised pork ribs, a spinach salad, and a simple egg drop soup. She'd learned the recipes from online videos, and they looked quite appetizing.

"I don't cook very often, so I'm not sure how it'll taste," Yvonne said, handing Thomas his utensils.

Thomas took them, picked up a piece of chicken, and took a bite. "Mm, it's delicious," he nodded.

Yvonne tried some herself. It really was quite good. Maybe she had a knack for cooking after all.

They ate in comfortable silence, sitting across from each other.

They finished every last bite of the four dishes and soup.

Thomas was certainly a very appreciative guest.

After the meal, Thomas offered to do the dishes while Yvonne wiped down the kitchen counters. They worked together seamlessly, each taking a task.

Afterwards, they found themselves with nothing to do again.

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