You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Chapter 306

Kenneth seemingly discerned Denise and Anthony's surprise, but he didn't react much.

After all, they would have to get accustomed to it slowly.

Closing the door gently, he walked over and greeted, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Daddy!” Denise greeted with a grin, immediately putting on a new expression despite her shock.

Anthony kept silent as he scrutinized Kenneth. While he acknowledged the man as his father, such rapid progress still caught him off guard.

Subsequently, Kenneth went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator for a look.

Denise trotted over and queried, “Are you hungry, Daddy?”

Kenneth glanced over his shoulder at her. “Are you all not in the habit of eating breakfast?”

“We do eat breakfast!” Denise replied.

“In that case, just sit and wait,” Kenneth urged.

Only then did Denise realize that Kenneth was going to prepare breakfast.

When she saw the man taking out eggs, milk, and bread from the refrigerator, she was rather skeptical. “Are you planning to prepare breakfast, Daddy?” she asked in surprise.

“Why, is there a problem?” Kenneth quirked an eyebrow.

“Can you... cook?” Denise questioned.

Kenneth smiled. “You'll know in a while!”

Seeing how he was wholly confident, Denise's eyes twinkled. To her, men who were handsome and could cook were really outstanding. In fact, she could already imagine how charming her father was going to be when he cooked.

Hence, she sat before the countertop docilely, prepared to enjoy the “scenery.”

Anthony also walked over and watched at the side.

However, in the next second, Kenneth turned the knob on the stove repeatedly, but there was no fire.

“Press it down while you turn it!” Anthony couldn't help instructing.

Under his guidance, Kenneth successfully turned on the fire. Then, he turned back to Anthony and explained solemnly, “I'm not used to using this.”

Words eluded Anthony.

It's all the same, okay ?

Nonetheless, he didn't say that out loud since it was better to leave some things unsaid.

Then, Kenneth poured oil into the pan. All at once, he filled almost half the pan with oil.

As Denise watched, her eyes promptly went as wide as saucers.

However, Kenneth didn't realize anything amiss.

A second before he cracked an egg into it, Denise spoke up. “Isn't the oil a little too much, Daddy?”

At her question, Kenneth glanced back over his shoulder at her. “Is it?”

“This much oil can last us for half a month!” “Really?” Kenneth inquired. Seemingly concurring that there was too much oil, he picked up the pan and poured the oil into the sink.

Good Lord! He poured it all away!

Denise gaped at him, wanting to stop him from doing so, but it was already too late.

What a spendthrift!

Eyeing the remaining oil in the pan, Kenneth felt that it was just right and continued preparing breakfast.

If nothing else, the way he held the pan gave others the illusion that he often cooked.

Alas, when he cracked the egg in the next heartbeat, even the egg shells fell into the pan.

Uh...

Denise frowned upon witnessing that.

Why is it different from what I imagined? Where's the handsome man who's good at cooking? This... is simply too devastating'.

In the kitchen, Kenneth continued cracking eggs mixed with shells into the pan. Verily, it was a pretty appalling scene. Soon, the food burned.

A black, charred lump marred with eggshells lay in the pan.

As Kenneth eyed it, his brows creased.

Why does it look different from what I saw on the internet?

Just as he was going to stick his hand into the pan to pick out the eggshells, someone suddenly appeared beside him without warning.

“If you do that, your hand is going to get burned as well,” Anthony warned.

“What should I do, then?” Kenneth queried.

Taking the pan from the man,

Anthony dumped the black, charred mess into the trash can.

After doing that, he washed the pan and scrubbed it. Then, he placed it over the stove and poured some oil.

Observing his skillful movements, Kenneth arched an eyebrow.

“Get me a few more eggs!” Anthony ordered.

Hearing that, Kenneth promptly went over to the refrigerator to retrieve some eggs.

Anthony took them from him before deftly cracking an egg into the pan.

When Kenneth saw that, a glimmer of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Right then, Anthony looked up and cast his gaze at the man. “Do you want to learn?”

“Sure!” Kenneth answered.

“Do it like this. Tap it against the edge lightly first before cracking it,” Anthony advised.

Therefore, following his son's instructions, Kenneth cracked an egg into the pan. He did it successfully, for no eggshells fell in.

“Yes, this is how you do it!” Anthony

complimented.

As Kenneth gazed at the pan, the corners of his mouth curved. “It's not that difficult!”

Thus, he cracked a few more eggs into the pan.

Seeing that the man was seemingly addicted to cracking eggs, Anthony prompted, “It'll taste better with some seasoning!”

“Which one?”

“This will do.” Anthony picked up a bottle of seasoning and gave Kenneth a demonstration.

Kenneth imitated him. In no time, the few eggs were done.

A sense of accomplishment flooded Kenneth as he gazed at his masterpieces on the plate.

Just then, Anthony took some sliced bread to place them into the toaster.

Seeing that, Kenneth exclaimed, “I'll do it!"

“Can you do it?”

“I should be fine!” Kenneth asserted.

Anthony dubiously handed the sliced bread to the man. Kenneth put the bread into the toaster and nodded to himself. “Great! They'll be ready in a while.” After saying that, he turned around to do

something else.

Bafflement was written all over Anthony's face. Where did he learn this? Is the bread going to toast automatically when he didn't even switch on the toaster? Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Hence, he turned the toaster on in exasperation.

“What should I do about the milk?” Kenneth asked, turning to look at Anthony.

By then, he had learned to seek advice straight away.

“The glasses are up there. Just pour it into the glasses,” Anthony instructed.

That was probably the easiest step in the entire breakfast preparation. Kenneth arched an eyebrow upon hearing that, his expression seemingly telling his son to entrust that crucial matter to him.

With that, he took a few glasses and poured them each a glass.

Soon, breakfast was ready with Anthony's help.

Although it wasn't all that pleasing to the eyes, it was still passable. Anthony used some fruits to embellish it, upon which it appeared much lovelier.

Kenneth observed at the side, his gaze radiating admiration and adulation.

Anyway, I helped as well, so I shall give myself a pat on the shoulder.

When breakfast was served, Kenneth turned to Denise. “Go and wake your mommy up for breakfast!”

“Okay!” Denise replied. Whirling around, she sprinted toward Natasha's room.

Shortly after, Denise dragged Natasha out. Benjamin also came out of his room after hearing movement.

Seeing that breakfast was served on the dining table, he walked over. “Wow, you actually cooked today, Tony!”

Kenneth was immediately speechless.

“But what’s wrong with your cooking skills? Why is the egg a bit burned?”

At that, Kenneth was stupefied.

Natasha took a bite as well. Her brows promptly scrunched together. “Yeah, your cooking skills have deteriorated quite a bit.”

Again, Kenneth was rendered speechless.

By then, Denise couldn't stand it anymore and announced, “It was Daddy who prepared breakfast today!”

At once, Benjamin and Natasha stilled.

Conversely, Kenneth was as calm as ever. Taking a seat, he admitted, “Anthony taught me. It's my first time cooking, so it doesn’t look that great. But I'll do better next time!”

Smiling sheepishly, Benjamin commented, “Although it doesn't look that great, it tastes quite good.” “Yeah, it's not bad!” Natasha added.