Chapter 27 Dependency

Aaron rarely cooked since we got married. We had maids at home, and when they were absent, I handled everything in the kitchen. He never lifted a finger, leaving me clueless about his culinary skills. I had underestimated him, or perhaps I knew too little about him. He served me a plate of spaghetti that smelled heavenly, handing me a fork. "Eat." The delicious aroma hinted that he had prepared the bolognese sauce himself. I knew it wasn't in the fridge earlier, so he must have just made it. I took a bite, and it surpassed any restaurant's version. His cooking skills naturally outshone mine. It was funny. I had poured my heart and soul into serving him, believing my cooking skills were top-notch. However, he put me in my place as soon as he cooked. No wonder he occasionally refused to eat my food. I cherished those moments when he took a few bites of my creations. Finally, my stomach felt satisfied after finishing the pasta. He handed me a glass of water. "Lemon water." He