Chapter 1270:


    She raised her voice. “Jesse!”


    “Hm?” He blinked and looked up. “What is it?”


    Nina sat on the sofa next to n, her brows furrowed with concern.


    “You’ve been spaced out ever since we left Jerome’s. What’s bothering you?”


    n leaned in with curiosity. “Yeah, what happened?”


    Jesse opened his mouth but found no words. It was too embarrassing to admit.


    “You won’t even tell me?” n asked. It wasn’t often Jesse was this shaken.


    “I was just thinking about how the conversation between Jerome’s parents went,” Jesse said seriously, though it was only half the truth. Then, as if switching channels, he asked, “Uncle n, when did you learn to cook?”


    n blinked. “Cook?”


    “Yes,” Jesse replied smoothly.


    “Never learned,” n said without hesitation.


    When it came to cooking, he was in the same boat as Freya—zero talent, even less interest.


    Sure, he could make something passably edible, but calling that “cooking” would be generous.


    “What about Mommy?” Jesse asked.


    “She doesn’t cook either,” n said honestly. “But she’s not picky, so feeding her’s always been easy.”<fn3056> Latest content published on find?novel</fn3056>


    Jesse fell into a quiet spell, his eyes gleaming with unspoken thoughts.


    n tilted his head. “Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?”


    Jesse was about to dodge the question, but Nina jumped in with bright eyes. “I know why!”


    n and Jesse turned to her.


    “Jesse’s feeling inferior!” Nina said, her voice brimming with excitement. Jesse shot her a re. “If you don’t understand a word, don’t use it. Go check the dictionary before you speak.”


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    “Well, you’re only asking because Jerome can cook and you can’t,” Nina said bluntly. “You couldn’t even manage to cook an omelet.” Jesse choked on his breath.


    n, meanwhile,tched onto something entirely different. “Wait a minute. I don’t know how to cook an omelet either.”


    Nina said, her eyes lighting up with that familiar foodie passion, “Jerome’s omelet tastes amazing!” n simply nodded.


    “You don’t have to feel pressured,” he told Jesse gently, ncing at the small boy beside him. “You’re only four. Not many kids your age even think about cooking. Don’t let it stress you out.”


    Jesse frowned, just a flicker. Who said he felt pressured? He just wanted to learn. So he could cook for his mom someday. That was all.


    “But if you really want to learn,” n added, gently nudging the idea forward, “ask your Grandpa Hugh or your dad. Your grandpa has a few signature dishes your mom loves, and your dad…” He chuckled softly. “Well, your mom pretty much loves everything he cooks.”


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