Chapter 77 Breakfast

Outside the sun sprinkled in, the two very similar faces coated with a layer of gold, time seems to be solidified at this moment, that a large and small two people, as if by the light enveloped.

Norton seems to be particularly picky about his food. He sits there with a variety of nutritious breakfasts in front of him, but he refuses to put a piece of breakfast in his mouth. Norton frowns closely, his little face looks like a steamed bun, but he is afraid of Bert's eyes, and does not dare to throw down his fork.

Then I heard Norton's nervous voice.

"Dad, I don't want to eat, can I not eat?"

His voice was weak, he had no confidence, and he looked afraid.

Still, under the cold eyes of his Bert, he kept his head down, and looked at the egg as if he were going to be executed.

To Bane, Bert now looked like a strict father, while Norton was a picky eater whose father had dealt with him. But a closer look revealed that the breakfast in front of Bert, too, had not been eaten, and that the cup of coffee at hand was only half empty.

This Bert is a much more picky eater than Norton.

They can be picky eaters, the son is not allowed to be picky eaters, this father and son is really unique.

Bane tries to suppress a smile as he walks slowly toward him. Norton's eyes catch Bane's.

He was stunned at once, and the knife and fork in his hand fell down directly. A loud sound came out.

Bert took his coffee up and took a sip, looking frowned. "Norton Ron! Is that all you learn about table manners?"

Norton, in spite of all that, left the table and ran toward Bane, his little face filled with surprise.

"Mom... Mama ah! Why is the beautiful aunt here?"

Norton was so surprised when the word "Mamma" changed to "Mamma" in Bert's eyes that he was ready to throw himself directly into his mother's arms.

Bane is so taken aback by Norton's enthusiasm that he can't help smiling and saying, "Hello, Norton."

"You, when did you come? How could I not know that? Dad! How can you tell me the beautiful aunt is coming? !"

Norton is suddenly not happy, his mother must have come last night, and his father did not even tell him! Let him miss the good time with his mother.

Bert looked up and said, "Come back and sit down!"

Norton tightens his mouth as he pulls Bane to his side and sits down, shoves his breakfast in front of him, and hands Bane a new fork.

"Beautiful aunt, you must be hungry, come, eat breakfast."

Bert's cold eyes fell on the bad boy. "You don't want to eat this, do you want someone else to finish it for you?"

Norton quickly retorted, "No!"

"Finish your breakfast, Myron, and go get another one."

It wasn't long before Myron arrived with a balanced breakfast, and Norton took his own back, looking as ugly as he could.

Norton's picky eaters were a direct rebuke to Bain.

She picked up the fork and took a bite, which, to be honest, was delicious and balanced, and was prepared by a nutritionist, you don't have to guess.

She looks over at Norton. His breakfast is more balanced. It looks like an effort, but Norton doesn't like it at all.

Bane thought for a moment and then said, "Wait a minute while I make you a new one."

Norton's face suddenly filled with surprise, eyes began to light up, bright, very clever.

"Good! I want to eat, I want to eat!"

Bert put down his fork too, and a look of expectation came over his face.

Bane nodded. "It won't take long. I'm quick."

Say that finish, she went toward the kitchen with all the equipment in the past, all the food are in order in the refrigerator, which is a small supermarket.

The breakfast cook stood aside, a look of disdain on his face.

All the chefs in the imperial capital knew that Mr. Rowan and Mr. Rowan's children were very picky about their food. Most of the chefs in the imperial capital came here to try it and still left within a few days.

The guest's dissatisfaction with the food is an insult to the cook.

He is at least a five-star chef, he can not be a professional chef, the lady is too proud, if the young gentleman directly eat vomit, see how she end!

The cook was ready to be laughed at, but when he saw Bane's cutting skills, he felt that he despised Bane.

If there is no strength of the people, it is impossible to do this knife.

The carrot in Bane's hand was soon a flower about to bloom, and the vegetables were cut into fine shreds and arranged neatly.

Bain's knife method is very neat, the approach is not slovenly, is obviously extremely familiar with cooking.

While she was cooking, she seemed to be painting a beautiful picture with neat movements. Although the dishes were not very good, the fragrance of the dishes was really attractive. Compared to the nutritious breakfast cooked by the chef, it was obvious that the dishes cooked by Bane were more appetitive.

Norton puts his knife and fork down and looks across the kitchen. He sniffles, and his mouth starts watering. "Dad, this smells good! I'm so hungry."

Bert put down his fork too, and looked back at the busy figure in the kitchen with a look of surprise in his eyes.

The information he had found did not indicate that Bane's cooking skills were that good. At first he thought that Bane might be able to cook ordinary meals, but now it seems that his cooking skills are as good as those of a five-star chef.

How did she learn to do this?

The piece of mushroom in Bane's hand was cut into the shape of a little house by her back hand, and the sight of the knife in Bert's back hand was somehow familiar to him.

Just feel... He had never seen a knife held like that before.

But when he recalled it, he could not remember it.

Until Bane brought the breakfast to the table.

Since she didn't have much time, she didn't have to go to great trouble. She cut up the egg skin, put shredded radish and small green peppers with mushrooms in them, rolled them up, cut them up, and laid them out one by one. There were flowers and little houses on the side of the main food.

It's appetizing, and it's fun.

Norton straightens his eyes and exclaims, "That's awesome!"