The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1546

I held my forehead, speechless. Theo was impulsively making purchases again.

As we were talking, Theo turned around from the kitchen with milk and bread in his hand.

He put them in front of the dining table and motioned for me to sit on the stool next to it.

"I've assigned the cutting to Caroline, and you're responsible for kneading the meatballs. Naturally, I've bought all the ingredients. I didn't know what to buy, so I just bought a random combination of stuff."

I looked over at the smorgasbord of items on the table and did not know what to do with them.

"Munchkin, have a look and tell us what you want to eat. We'll get Caroline to help cut the ingredients."

I looked at the big bag of breadcrumbs next to me. "Are you still planning to open a meatbail shop? Then maybe these breadcrumbs might not be enough."

I deliberately teased back.

"It's okay, I'll buy more if it's not enough," Theo said seriously.

I let out a long sigh as there was no way to get to him.

After all, he had never made meatballs once. It was good enough that he knew enough to buy breadcrumbs.

After he untied his apron, I noticed that he was wearing a high-fashion shirt.

"Are you going to be busy with work?" I asked hastily.

"Well, I'm going to take care of a little something. Don't worry, I'll be back in the afternoon."

The simple question had a different meaning to Munchkin.

"Mommy, you shouldn't let Daddy go," the little one said, and my face quickly began to burn.

"What are you talking about, you little rascal?"

Theo got dressed, walked over to the dining room table, and after he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, he walked around the sofa. As he left, Munchkin shouted, "Bye, Daddy."

"Be good and wait for me at home," he said to Munchkin as if he was saying it to me as well.

This scene had appeared in my mind countless times, but it was only a fantasy back then. Now, it had finally come true, but I still could not believe it.

After finishing breakfast and putting the dishes in the sink, Munchkin came running over. "Mom, when are we going to start making the meatballs?"

I looked back at the pile of ingredients on the table and got a headache.

"What would you like to eat? We’ll decide while we pack."

I had originally thought of going to the market together as a family, but I did not expect the grocery shopping part to be over by the time I got up.

Munchkin and I rummaged around. I felt as if Theo had asked Keith to move the entire market over. Although the variety of ingredients here was not as many as in the actual market, we had enough to open a stall.