Capture Your Heart novel Chapter 100

"Have a seat and I’ll tell you."

He tells her everything about how Mia pretended to be sick. After Karin hears it, her eyebrows are still knitting in a frown.

"Even if she has been cured, the death of her parents has something to do with your family after all. Will you really not feel guilty for her anymore?"

Troy nods, "Don’t worry, I know what you are afraid of. I guarantee you that I will not make Mia your trouble."

"For real?"

"For real!"

"Great, you’d better be. Or you will be dead!"

Seeing her smile, Troy’s mood turns bright right away, "Let’s go for night snack then. I’m a little hungry."

"Are we going down the mountain this late?"

"Or what else can we eat? Yuma is already asleep."

Karin pats him on the shoulder, "Although Yuma is asleep, you still have me, don't forget, my family run a snack bar."

Are you saying that you will cook for me?"

"Of course."

"What will you make me then?"

"What do you want?"

He thinks for a while and says decisively, "Dumplings."

"Dumplings…"

"What’s the problem?"

"Nothing, but it’s a little bit complicated. I have to chop stuffing, knead the dough, and wrap it with hands. Probably when it’s done, it’s already dawn, and you are starved to death."

"It’s okay, I can wait."

"Do you really want to eat dumplings?"

"Yep…"

Karin rolls her eyes and says, "… Fine." She asks for it. Just going out to eat will save a lot of troubles.

After entering the kitchen, she puts on an apron, pours flour into the basin, and begins to skillfully knead the dough.

"Do you need a hand?"

Troy walks in with a pleasant smile on his face.

"I’ll be fine. You can just eat."

"What kind of stuffing are you making then?"

"Human flesh with celery."

What? He opens his eyes wide in horror, and then approaches her flirtatiously, "Is it your flesh? I'll eat it if it's yours. I've long wanted to have a taste of you."

As he says it, he starts to take action, biting her ears, biting her neck, which makes her giggle, "Alright, stop playing, I won't make you food if you keep playing like this."

"Then I will take a shower first."

"Go."

Making dumplings is really not an easy task, even though she is already very quick, it still takes her a lot of efforts to roll out the crust and chop the stuffing.

After taking a shower, Troy goes downstairs, and stands in front of her refreshingly, "Not done yet?"

"It’s still dark outside, what’s the hurry?"

He raises his eyebrows, "You are not waiting for the dawn, are you?"

"Do you think it is easy? Have a try yourself."

He leans his palm against his brows and sighs, "Alright. I can only do the eating part."

He sits next to her, watching her dexterous fingers squeeze out beautiful dumplings within three pinches, and he asks with interest, "You are skilled. Did your father teach you this?"

"No, my dad wouldn’t teach me. He has been dealing with dumplings for a lifetime. He doesn’t want me to inherit my ancestral business anymore, so he saved money for me to go to college and study abroad, just hoping that I could have a more promising future than his."

"So you learned it secretly by yourself?"

Karin glances at him irritably, "I said my dad had been dealing with dumplings for a lifetime. If you grew up in a family where dumplings are all around, then you don’t need to be taught, and you don’t have to learn it secretly. You can learn without a teacher just by watching."

Troy realizes it all of a sudden, "Oh, so it turns out to be like this."

He squeezes his chin with one hand, thoughtfully, "What if I didn’t say I wanted to eat dumplings, what are you going to make for me?"

"Gnocchi."

"Gnocchi? What are gnocchi?"