Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 124. Jerk and Cinnamon Roll

"Dinner is ready!" Misha screamed, turning off the oven.

After years of practice, he had become quite skilled in a kitchen, both for cooking and keeping the place neat. Although he had been busying himself with today's meal for a while now, the kitchen wasn't a mess. The counters were clean, and the dishes had been washed and left in the sink to dry.

The reason why he had become such a good cook was simple: a few days after listening to the record contained in the watch, Misha went to his mother and begged her to teach him how to cook. If his other self could do it, so could he.

'Like hell I'll lose to him!' was his thought at the time.

And indeed, Misha discovered he had a knack for cooking. He hadn't known before because he never bothered to learn how to cook in his past life. Back then, he had no one to cook for and didn't see the need; as long as he could feed himself and not die, it was good enough.

His mindset had changed quite a lot since then, however.

"Don't touch!" Misha scolded, quickly catching the naughty hand before Tristan could pick up a piece of braised pork. "It's still hot."

"But it looks so good," the boy drooled, staring intently at the meat. "When can I take a bite?"

"Soon enough! For now, just go sit at the table and wait. Don't, and I'm not giving you any!"

The threat worked wonder and Tristan scrammed to the table at lightning speed, obediently taking a seat. Not long after, Jake and Gabriel entered the room, sniffing the air.

"Smells wonderful!" Gabriel said, walking up to Misha. "Do you need my help with something?"

"Not really, everything is ready. Just serve yourself and your brothers," Misha answered, lowering his voice to warn Gabriel, "If you let me serve Jake, I may or may not add a shitload of rat poison in his plate. You'll handle his corpse and the aftermath if he were to suddenly drop dead, right?"

Gabriel responded with a wry laugh, not doubting Misha's words. Sometimes, even he found it hard not to kill his brother, so, honestly, it was a miracle Misha still hadn't strangled the man in all these years. Well, he almost did a few times.

...All right, not just a few times. Misha itched to wring his neck whenever they met, but since they didn't meet often...

With this in mind, Gabriel quickly got to the task at hand, knowing that making Jake wait too long wouldn't end well. That man was good at running his mouth and courting death, if anything.

"Where's your mom, by the way?" Gabriel asked, placing his brothers' dishes before them. "I still haven't seen her."

"She's out with my father. They went on a date, apparently," Misha shrugged. "My father finally got his weekend off, so they decided to act like a couple for once and rented a chalet near the Great Lakes."

Over the years, Alexey fell into the bad habit of overworking, just like he had in the second timeline. When he wasn't away on a business trip, he was at the office, working on whatever project his superiors had thrown his way. Not only did the higher-ups exploit him, but his colleagues also tended to come crying to him, asking for his help and whatnot.

His days off were thus scarce and hard to come by. Deep down, Alexey felt guilty about his lack of presence and usually tried to make it up to his family, whether by bringing them to the restaurant in his free time or buying a lot of presents. He spoiled them as much as he could.

However, Misha blew up a few days ago and scolded him. Now that he and his sister were older, his father should stop putting his children first. Instead, he should take his wife on a romantic outing once in a while. Kids were good and all, but couples needed to have their private time too!