?Chapter 371:


    Could it be a new recipe Bryan was trying out?


    Eileen changed her shoes, took Gabri from Milford’s embrace, kissed the little one’s chubby hands, and made her way to the kitchen.


    “Wow,” she said, seeing the array of dishes spread across the table. Milford’s mouth hung open in astonishment. “Eileen, we’re in for a real feast tonight!”


    “I’m quite hungry myself,” Eileen confessed, a smile spreading across her face as she and Milford neared the dining table and paused to admire the dishes.


    Bryan came over with another small te. “You’re back?


    Go wash your hands, and hand me Gabri.”


    He adjusted the table settings, ced the small te down, and then scooped up Gabri.


    Puzzled, Eileen washed her hands in the kitchen, returned, and sat next to Bryan, with Milford on the other side.


    “What’s this?” Milford pointed to the dish closest to him.


    “They’re teething biscuits.”


    “And this one here?”


    “That’s baby cereal.”


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    A flicker of amusement crossed Eileen’s face. So, was the entire dinner spread actually baby food?


    “I did a lot of research online today and found that babies who are only fed form, like Gabri, can start solids a bit earlier. The baby cereal I made is easy to digest, so she’ll be able to eat it soon. Gabri is reaching the teething stage—I’ve noticed she likes to put anything she can grab into her mouth, which could be a sign she’s starting to teeth.


    “I spent hours making these teething biscuits, trying out different vors… And here’s some fruit puree, which I steamed before pureeing.”


    Eileen looked at where he was pointing and realized that the entire table was filled with food for Gabri.


    There was no dinner for her.


    “Bryan, what about us?” Milford finally broke in. “What are we supposed to eat?”


    “Gabri will just taste a little of each. Some she might not even be able to eat yet. I made enough to test the vors and see what needs improving. Except for the teething biscuits, there’s enough here to feed the three of us,” Bryan’s expression was serious, signaling he wasn’t joking.


    It seemed they were going to be taste testers for the barely four-month-old baby in the days toe.


    Then Bryan grinned at Eileen. “Of course, if you want a teething biscuit, I can give you one. As for Milford? Impossible.”


    Milford leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh.


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