Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!
Chapter 620 Help in the Kitchen

Sydney nodded. "Well then, I'll make some home dishes. What do you think?"

"Good, I'll help." Julien stood up.

Sydney looked at him with skepticism. "You want to help?"

"Yeah, why?" Julien asked back.

Sydney touched the bowl and said, "You've never cooked before. Are you sure about this?"

It was not that she looked down on him.

Since he was born, he had been high-fed and had never done trifles.

His hands were to hold pens rather than knives.

So, she didn't believe he could be of any help.

She hadn't done any housework since her childhood either. She learned to cook only under Velma's coercion during the six years of their marriage.

Before they got married, she knew nothing about cooking.

Met with Sydney's doubt, Julien pulled a long face and said, "I am sure."

Never say never.

Furthermore, he learned to cook refreshing soup through the internet when he was in Kingthene. So, he was not a total layman.

I can be of some help.'

Julien thought to himself.

Since his tone was so serious, Sydney gave up her skepticism.

Since he said so, he should have gotten some skills.

After all, he was good at a lot of things. Kitchen work should pose no difficulty for him.

At that, Sydney pointed to the kitchen and said, "Come with me then."

With that, she headed toward the kitchen.

Julien followed behind her.

In the kitchen, Sydney took out the ingredients from the refrigerator.

She dropped the fruits into the sink, put some water spinach into a small pot, and handed it to Julien.

Julien took it with confusion. "Well..."

"Pick them." Sydney pointed to the small pot, "Put the fine ones in the pot."

"Okay." Julien took the pot and once again looked blankly at the water spinach.

'How am I supposed to do it?'

'Haven't they been picked?'

'What else should be done?'

Holding the pot, Julien stood there at a loss.

Sydney noticed his reaction and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'll do it outside," Julien replied, dropping his eyelids.

He certainly would not tell her the truth.

He had boasted that he would be of help, and this was the first task assigned by her. If he failed it, he would lose face, and she might be disappointed in him.

So, he decided to go outside and scour the internet for the method.

Sydney didn't suspect that it was just his excuse.

She did find the kitchen a little small for two people. Therefore, she nodded her consent. "Go ahead, there is a trash can outside. You can throw the unwanted parts into it." Julien hummed and went out with the pot.

He came to the living room, walked to the dining table, and sat down. After putting the pot down, he fished out his phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen, took a picture of the water spinach, and searched online.

Soon, all the information about the vegetable popped

up.

After reading the introduction, Julien finally understood what Sydney meant by picking them.

He chuckled, turned off the screen, and started his work.

About ten minutes later, Julien looked at the vegetable in the pot and curled his lips.

It looked good, and he believed Sydney would be satisfied with his work.

Julien got up, picked up the pot, and went back to the kitchen.

Sydney was deftly cutting vegetables. In just a few seconds, the summer squash turned into even slices.

Upon hearing the footsteps, Sydney put down the knife. Seeing that Julien came in with the pot, she asked with a smile, "Done?"

"Yeah." Julien nodded.

"That was fast."

"Take a look." Julien handed the pot to her. There was a hint of nervousness and expectancy in his voice.

He thought that he had done a good job, but Sydney would not necessarily feel that way.

So, his nervousness was normal.

At the same time, he hoped that Sydney would praise him for his work.

"Let me see." Sydney took the pot and picked up the selected water spinach. Her pretty brows cocked as she said, "Not bad. You did a good job." She looked at him in surprise.

She meant it. There was barely any old root, and the length was consistent.

She could tell that he had put effort into it.

Julien was relieved to hear Sydney's approval. A smile tugged at his mouth, and his face was glowing with pride. "Thanks, it's my average performance."

The corners of Sydney's mouth twitched. "You're welcome."

Julien chuckled and asked, "Anything else you need my help with?"

Sydney poured the water spinach into the sink and turned on the faucet. While cleaning the water spinach, she pointed to the cupboard with her mouth.1 Take out the tableware and disinfect them with the sterilizer."

"Okay, I'm on it." Julien nodded and went to open the cupboard.

A lot of fine tableware was lying inside. For a moment, Julien was not sure which ones to take.

He thought for a moment and decided to take a random set.

Julien stretched out his hand and picked up the bowl closest to him.

However, as soon as he took the bowl out, it slipped off and fell to the floor under his dismayed gaze.

It crashed on the floor and broke into pieces.

From the sound, Sydney could tell what had happened. In a hurry, she turned around, looked down at the fragments, and asked in surprise, "How did it break?"

Julien apologetically pursed his lips. "Sorry, the bowl was slippery, and I failed to hold it with one hand."

He hadn't expected he would drop the bowl.

He started to doubt himself.

"I see." Sydney nodded in understanding and asked with concern, "Did you get hurt?"

"No." Julien shook his head, looked at her, and asked," You're not mad?"

Sydney tilted her head. "Why should I?"

"I dropped the bowl." Julien pointed at the fragments on the floor.

Sydney said with a smile, "It's just a bowl and not something valuable. It's okay. I forgot that your left hand hadn't recovered. Working with one hand is indeed inconvenient. That was my fault. Alright, stand aside. I'll clean it up."

"I'll do it," Julien proposed.

He felt obliged to clean up the mess he had created.

Sydney waved her hand and reasoned, "It's inconvenient for you to hold the broom with one hand. I'll do the cleaning. It won't take much effort."

With that, she took the broom behind the door and started cleaning.

Standing there, Julien looked down at his left arm, which was in a sling, and sighed helplessly.

He wondered when his arm would heal.

He wished that he could get well right away. Then he could be of some help instead of feeling like a loafer.