Chapter 472 Return Of Ex-wife

• Joanna began to knead the dough a while later. After it was done, she put the chicken breast, green onions, ginger, and mushrooms into the meat grinder and minced them. When the dumpling filling was ready, she added various seasonings to it and mixed them up. After that, she began to make dumplings. Bruce also liked dumplings, so she specially made some more this time. An hour later, the fragrance of the dumplings came out of the pot and the spaghetti was also ready. Joanna used a tray to carry the food into the dining room. After placing it on the table, she shouted at her husband and kids. “The dinner is ready. Come on, go wash your hands.” When Davian and Irvin heard this, they ran over excitedly. “Wow!That’s great. We’ll have dumplings!” Bruce also walked over with Lilia in his arms. Looking at the dumplings, he couldn’t help swallowing hard.
• “I want dumplings too!” Joanna pretended to be in a dilemma. “Didn’t you want to eat spaghetti?” “But I also want to try dumplings.” Joanna smiled gently and filled a plate of dumplings for him. Bruce sat down by the diner table with the kids and began to enjoy his meal. “Well, no wonder the children love dumplings so much. They are really delicious!” Hearing his deliberate compliments, Joanna rolled her eyes at him and said, “Come on, don’t make it look like it’s the first time you’ve ever had dumplings I made.” Bruce smiled ambiguously. “It’s especially delicious today. I want to eat three plates too.” “Stop it. I didn’t make so many of them.” After Bruce finished the food on his plate, he used his spoon to scoop a dumpling from Irvin’s. Irvin pouted and protested, “This is mine. Dad, don’t snatch it from me.” “Dad, you can have mine.” Lilia immediately pushed her plate to her dad.
• “Unlike the two brats, my daughter cares about me the most.” “Dad, you can have mine!” When Davian and Irvin heard this, they quickly pushed their dumplings to Bruce. Bruce smiled. “It’s okay. Dad is just joking with you.” Joanna was happy to see Bruce interact with the kids at the dining table. It was great that the Everett family became lively again. The servants looked at them outside the dining room, dumbfounded. “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Mr. Everett is particular about food. I didn’t expect him to like spaghetti and dumplings so much. “We can cook the two staples more often for him in the future,” a chef said. The other chef rolled his eyes. “Forget it! Mr. Everett likes them because they were made by Mrs. Everett. He won’t want us to make them for him. “Believe it or not, he will definitely be picky again when we cook the same food for him.” “That’s true!” It was already 10 o’clock at night.