Take responsibility

Part 17

"You?" Arthit stared at him suspiciously. "You can cook?"

Kongpob nodded: "Of course!"

"... I don't believe it. You are boasting!"

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make for you to see!"

If Kongpob said it's windy then the rain would follow. He turned out a pen and paper from the tea table and urged, "Quick, report the name of the dish. I'll write it down first."

Arthit was led by him by the nose. He did not think about how this guy was taking the opportunity to stay, and even held his chin to meditate for a while before he listed out several dish names: "I want to eat fried ribs, sweet and sour fish, fish-flavored shredded pork, spicy Thai coconut chicken soup and sweet chili chicken!"

"..."

Kongpob did not write any word on the white paper. He raised his head with difficulty and showed a brilliant smile: "Arthit khab, can you change to some simpler dishes?"

Arthit blinked innocently: "These are already very simple dishes, Rome will make more complex ones."

Was he a university professor or a hotel chef?

Kongpob squeezed out a smile, wrote down several dishes that Arthit had just listed, and then opened his mouth with insufficient energy: "Well since you want to eat these, I will do these. Nothing else more?"

"Err, when I'm hungry in the afternoon, make some cakes for afternoon tea." Arthit added.

Kongpob smiled reluctantly and said, "Okay, okay, I'm going to cook first. Watch TV for a while but don't go too near the TV. Don't play with mobile phones. Be careful with the radiation!"

Arthit ignored him. He got up and went back to his room to lay in bed, and began to sleep!

"..."

This was really a good way to pass the time! Not only did it have no radiation, no pollution, but it could also keep the fetus safe. It's killing two birds with one stone!

Kongpob stared at Arthit lying in bed for a while before he turned back into the kitchen and closed the door. Facing a large pile of pots, bowls, pots, vegetables, melons, and fruits... And was sullen!

His hair was going grey!

He was the president of a multinational group. He had no need to fend for himself. What he usually come into contact with was document ah, computer ah, mobile phone ah. When did he touch these things?

Let him cook instant noodles, he might even add additional salt. Don't even mention about letting him cook.

But this was a problem of a man's face, if that white chicken could do it, he could do it too! He must never lose to that fellow!

Otherwise, in the heart of his wife, he would surely be second place, and not as good as the white chicken who could cook.

Wasn't there a saying? If you want to grasp a person's heart, you must first grasp his stomach.

Although this saying was old, if you thought carefully about it, in fact, this was not without sense.

It didn't matter if he could not do it. He could learn! Now that the network was so developed, was it not easy to learn how to cook according to the recipe?

Kongpob rolled up his sleeves like he was a proper chef. First, he took out his large screen mobile phone and searched for recipes. Then, he placed the mobile phone in an unobstructed place and began to prepare the ingredients according to the recipes...