After rebirth she became heartless

Chapter 61

"Does Ms. Ford still like these dishes tonight?"

Sister Allen cried out, "Mr. Spencer, I want to tell you something. Miss Ford doesn't like you giving her the menu. She didn't eat a single bite of tonight's dinner."

Brandon was stunned. "She didn't eat," Sister Allen nodded. Brandon went upstairs. The lights in the bedroom dimmed.

He thought for a while but couldn't help but push open the door. The sound of Crystal's steady breathing could be heard from inside the house. Brandon took off his coat almost instantly and got into bed.

He hugged Crystal across the quilt. Even with the quilt between them, the temperature of the two people pressed against each other was hot enough. Brandon buried his face in Crystal's neck. He knew that Crystal should not be asleep, and even if she was asleep, she would be woken up by him. But Crystal did not respond to him.

The man's gentle breathing hit Crystal's nose, making her itchy and a little impatient. "Brandon, what are you going to do?" Brandon didn't say anything and kissed her nose. They had never been apart for such a long time before. Brandon threw his heart on Crystal, and her suppressed emotions could no longer be suppressed. He kissed her, which was the best hint of reconciliation and courtship. But Crystal remained unmoved.

Brandon buried himself in her arms. She should be used to it. Brandon's voice was muffled, as if he was acting coquettishly. "Mrs. Allen said you didn't eat tonight, you... aren't hungry?" Crystal smiled and said, "What do you want to say?" What on earth did he want to say? Brandon spoke unnaturally without mentioning her anything. Brandon said, "Don't you want to hug me?" Crystal wrapped herself in a quilt and went to sleep on the side.

When he went downstairs, Sister Allen hadn't left yet. Brandon was sitting next to her, looking a little tired. Sister Allen didn't see his mood. "Although Miss Ford didn't eat dinner, she quite liked the dessert. The name of the dish sounds simple, French Butter Baked Apple, but it's actually very hard to make." Brandon paused for a moment. "How much effort is required?" Sister Allen gave him some scientific knowledge.

"It doesn't take long. Once you become skilled, you can make a lot in just a few dozen minutes. But it requires precision. If the proportion of the ingredients is a little off, you have to start all over again." It doesn't sound as difficult as double red soup.

Brandon pursed his lips. "I understand, Sister Allen, you can take a rest." Whatever Crystal can do, he can do too. Brandon thought, So, no matter how much Crystal could love him, he could too. He put on his apron. Since he likes it, he will learn it and I am willing to make it for her. He is not a person who only knows how to ask for things. Brandon feels a little aggrieved. The juicer rumbled, and the butter splashed out big bubbles, covering up his grievances.

Brandon has no experience in cooking and he is now a beginner. Sister Allen sent him a tutorial video, and he followed the steps in the video, making it step by step. He didn't know how much time had passed, but the oven kept humming, and finally the table in front of him was filled with long baked apples. It's like an apple waterfall.

The sky was getting light, but Brandon didn't feel very sleepy. How did he do so much? Since Crystal likes this dish, she should be very happy that he made so much of it.

Brandon smiled subconsciously. But as time went by, the originally hot and tender baked apples had cooled down, and the sweet butter solidified on them, making them look a little awkward and a little embarrassed. Brandon pursed his lips and stood there in silence, somewhat at a loss. Does anyone still like cold baked apples?

Lily had heard the noise downstairs a long time ago, but she knew it was Brandon, and she didn't dare to disturb Brandon when he was doing something. Now that Brandon stopped, she dared to go downstairs to check.

Even so, Lily was still startled when she went downstairs. "Mr. Spencer, you did all this."

"How come you did so much? How long have you been doing it?" Seeing that Brandon didn't say anything, Lily continued to speak weakly. "Do you want me to call Miss Ford down?" "No." Like making a difficult decision, Brandon said, "Throw them all away." No one likes cold baked apples.

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The next day, Crystal got up early. The kitchen was filled with a sweet smell. She glanced at the newly replaced garbage bag, which was stained with some butter. Because it had cooled down, it was difficult to clean. Cold butter is like a cold person. No one likes it. Crystal took a bite of the apple.

She has healthy teeth. Lily felt a little frightened for some reason. Crystal smiled. "Did you use up a lot of apples last night?" Lily did not answer Crystal's question about apples. Lily usually doesn't talk much. Not only does she not answer Crystal's questions, she also won't answer anything except questions about Crystal's personal safety.