Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 571 Frank got up and went to the kitchen. He took off his wristwatch and handed it to Ava. Ava took the wristwatch and placed it in his pocket. Then he followed him into the kitchen.

"All of you can leave." A few servants in the kitchen probably felt it was about time and were about to make dinner, but Frank dismissed them.

The servants replied, "Yes, Mr. Frank ." Ava eagerly followed behind and asked, wanting to help. "What can | do?” He looked at the dishes at the bar and couldn't help but click his tongue. They were so orderly. Edward even sorted the dishes.

Meat dishes were placed in a row, vegetables were placed in a row, and even the seasonings were neatly arranged.

Frank silently thought that even the vegetables washed by a disciplined person were equally disciplined.

A person's personality could be seen from their daily habits and how they spoke.

For example, the plate in front of him was just short of being measured with a ruler. It could be seen that every dish was placed at about the same distance.

Frank averted his gaze from the bar counter and rolled up his sleeves. Ava took a bib from the hook, walked around Frank's chest, and tied a bow from the back. He looked up and smiled. "Done." "Baby Ava, go outside and wait outside.” After tying his bib, Frank chased her away.

“I'm not going. | want to see you cook. You look especially handsome when you cook." Ava stubbornly wanted to stay in the kitchen. She smiled mischievously and did not intend to go out.

Frank had no choice but to compromise when he encountered the determined gaze of the little girl. He allowed her to do as she pleased, but he instructed her to stay away from him. He was concerned that hot oil might splatter on her, which wouldn't be good if she got injured.

Frank instructed in detail again and arranged the position. "You can stand in this position when I'm cutting the vegetables. You can stand in that position when the hot oil is in the pot.” He pointed to a corner. It was the safest spot, farthest from the pot.

Ava was afraid that Frank would worry about her, so she nodded quickly and made an okay gesture. Obediently, she replied, "| promise to cooperate.” Seeing her nod, Frank was relieved. He turned on the tap and rinsed the initially clean bowl again. Then he took the chopping board and cut the vegetables skillfully. The speed at which he missed the vegetables was breakneck, making him look like a professional chef.

Everything was ready, ready to cook the first dish.

Meanwhile, Ava was not idle either. She picked up her phone and turned on the camera. She kept taking photos of Frank's handsome posture with a blissful smile onher lips.

After showering and wearing casual sportswear, Grace entered the living room. When she looked into the kitchen, she saw her son and daughter-in-law. One was earnestly cooking, with a subtle smile occasionally on the corner of his mouth, while the other was busy capturing shots from various angles.

The scene was so delightful that even Grace couldn't resist a smile. Rose stretched lazily and suggested, “How about we have my brother and Ava tie the knot right here?" "Your brother knows what's to do. Next time, don't give Harper oranges,” Grace reminded. It's fine at home, but if it happened outside, it could make a mess that's troublesome and difficult to clean up.

Grace believed it's acceptable to love children, but it's essential not to spoil them without boundaries. For example, Harper's habit of squeezing oranges might not be appropriate, and his parents should address and correct it.

As for when their son would register his marriage, the couple had their own arrangements. Grace did not intend to interfere with or rush him.

Derived from the upbringing style of Grace and William when they were young, they adopted a more hands-off approach to raising her and her brother. As they grew older, they turned out to be good children. Therefore, Rose also embraced a more lenient parenting style for her son. Upon hearing her mother's suggestion, Rose Roberts agrees that it's appropriate to help her son correct any bad habits. "Okay." Edward quickly interjected following Rose's response, saying, "Mom, I'll talk with Harper and straighten things out.” Grace nodded and took the child from Edward's arms again to let Edward rest. "Let me do it.” Not long after, William's voice came from the door. "Is Ava here?" Before entering, he asked if his daughter-in-law was there. It was obvious that William also wanted Ava to come to Athana. Rose replied, "She's here. She's cooking with Brother." "Isn't this a pleasant surprise? How did Frank come up with the idea to cook today?" William's gaze is directed toward the kitchen, observing the two individuals inside with satisfaction.

Rose said proudly, "Because | want to eat my brother's salt and pepper pork ribs.” "Oh, so it was you who wanted to eat. | thought it was your sister-in-law's idea. Your brother really cares for you. Come here, Harper, let Grandpa give you a hug." As he spoke, he carried the child away from Grace and turned to see his wife in different clothes. He felt surprised since she typically didn't shower immediately upon arriving home; it was usually part of their bedtime routine. He asked teasingly, "Did Harper pee on you?" Grace replied, “Not at all. | just got a little orange juice on me." William could ascertain that this was likely the little one's mischief. "You got Grandma's clothes dirty, huh? Naughty little rascal.” Harper was tickled by William, giggling uncontrollably. For a moment, the entire living room was filled with Rose's son's carefree and genuinely adorable laughter.

Everyone smiled along with the child's infectious smile.

In the kitchen, after Frank finished preparing each dish, he had Ava taste it. Only when the little girl approved did Frank plate the dish, ensuring everything met her taste preferences.

An hour and a half later, Edward walked into the kitchen. The child had been taken away by his father-in-law. He thought of coming to see if there was anything in the kitchen that could help.

Sure enough, before Edward could say anything, Frank started to arrange work. "Bring the dishes out." "Okay." Edward was originally here to help. Looking at the delicious food on the bar counter, Edward could not help but give Frank a thumbs up.

Indeed, one cannot judge a book by its cover. He hadn't expected that the man could cook so well. He secretly made up his mind. It seemed he had to work hard.

Ava was not idle, either. She took a photo of the delicacies on the counter and sent it to the Women's Congregation, adding a postscript that mentioned all the dishes on the table were made by Frank, highlighting her admiration for his cooking skills.

Sherri vented in the group chat, (Fuck, did your Frank secretly pick up cooking skills?] Natalie responded to Sherri's message, [it's not embarrassing to acknowledge someone else's culinary prowess, Sherri.] Sherri, feeling irritated, shot back, [Natalie, don't go too far. The boat of friendship is already swaying. Am | the only one in the group who doesn't know how to cook? Trevon doesn't know how to cook either.] Stella immediately expressed her stance and stood in line with Sherri, texting, [I don't know how to cook. | only know how to eat.] Ava added in her message, [I don't know how to cook either.] Christina also contributed, texting, [Maybe I'm not in that category either.] Rose replied cheerfully, [Oh yeah, | know how to do it. I'm amazing.] In an instant, it became apparent that only Rose and Natalie knew how to cook in the group, which seemed a bit impressive.

However, Sherri remained confidently unapologetic.

Natalie quickly replied in the group chat, [Excuse me, Trevon's culinary skills are also alright.] Sherri, annoyed by the culinary discussion, retorted, [It's good enough that we know how to eat. Why bother learning to cook? Aren't all food bloggers just critics?] Seeing that the dishes were ready to be served, Ava quickly put away her phone and helped bring the forks out. Holding a fork in one hand, she counted the number of people in her mind.

Frank naturally noticed Ava silently counting in her mind and teasingly smiled. "6 pairs," he said.

“Alright.” Ana replied instantly.

The table was filled with dishes. Everyone who had eaten kept praising Frank's cooking. They chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was abnormally harmonious.

Rose did not plan to go back to the Landor family at night. He planned to send Harper back tomorrow before work because Grace and William had to go to work and did not have time to help care for the children.

The sky gradually changed color, and black dominated.

The sound of flowing water trickled from the bathroom, indicating that Frank was showering. Ava took everything out of the drawer and placed her belongings into her suitcase as the water continued to run.

Then, she quietly closed the drawer, removed her shoes, lifted the blanket, and got into bed. As if nothing had happened, she quietly held the tablet and watched the .

Before she went to bed, Rose gave her a soap opera movie. It was beautiful. Now that she turned on the computer and started looking at it, the actors in the film were all quite good-looking.

Before diving into a TV series, Ava continually glanced at the cast list. If the actors’ looks were particularly unappealing, she felt an impulse not to watch.

The little girl was quietly watching a television when Frank came out. She leaned against the back of the bed and pursed her lips without saying anything.

She looked very serious. He wiped his hair and asked, "Baby Ava." There was no response. It seemed that she was engrossed. Frank stopped shouting and went straight into the bathroom to dry his hair before coming out. "Baby Ava." Ava suddenly raised her head, gazing in confusion at the man with his bare upper body. At this moment, Frank looked even more handsome to her than the man in the television .

Instantly, she didn't want to watch the television anymore. She consciously closed her tablet and patted the seat beside her to signal Frank to come up.

Seeing that she had turned off the computer, Frank smiled. "I'm not watching anymore.” “Not as good-looking as you." Ava suddenly sat up. Her smooth legs crossed Frank's legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Frank's breathing became rough, and his back stiffened slightly. However, he wanted to know what Ava wanted to do.

At night, Ava took the initiative to turn off the wall lamp. In an instant, the room fell into darkness. The curtains had not been closed, and the faint light shone on the bed.

Her delicate lips took the initiative to touch those slightly cold lips. Her small tongue was so clumsy that she wanted to conquer the city and land. She kept exploring the way and exploring.

The back of her neck was supported by a broad palm, and her waist was also protected. She was in a safe range at any time, even on the bed.

After being teased for a long time, the man turned the tables on him. He held the back of her head and turned around neatly. He gently placed her on the bed and patiently pushed her hair onto the pillow. "Did you miss me? Hmm?" Ava's face and ears were already red like ripe persimmons. She nodded shyly and turned to look at the drawer. The meaning was obvious.

Since Ava had already given him such a hint, he would definitely cooperate. He smiled mischievously and said, “Okay.” It was just a simple word, but it made Ava even more nervous. Her heart raced. She wondered if it was because it was her first time doing something bad.

He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat. The sound of Frank opening the drawer made Ava hold her breath. She did not even dare to breathe loudly as she waited quietly.

The rustling sound in the quiet room was especially loud for Ava. It was louder than every time before. There was a certain anticipation hidden in her eyes.

The same scene had been played countless times, but Ava was very nervous today. Frank clearly felt it, but he could not think of a reason. She coaxed gently, "Baby Ava, relax.” "Oh." Hearing his gentle voice, Ava let go of his shirt and nodded shyly.

The night was as beautiful as ever, but there was a hint of anticipation in the night breeze. Only those who were waiting knew what it was.