Chapter 120: Happy meal

Chapter 120: Happy meal
The couple spent a lot of effort, redecorating the bedroom, making it extremely comfortable, then the son's room, daughter's room, study room, balcony, and the entire kitchen; they cleaned it all. By evening, everything was done.
Looking at the bright and tidy house, Parker smiled so much that his eyes curved: "My dear wife, from now on, our family will be a happy family."
Kinga raised her head slightly, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows all had a charming smile: "Then let's see if my husband will keep his promise?"
Hearing that, Parker turned around, picked up Kinga's whole body, placed her on the table, looked at her face, and then hugged her neck. The couple in the study kissed passionately, wetly and passionately.
"Don't worry, I will be the strongest support for you and our children for life."
"I promise," Parker said while caressing his wife.
Kinga smiled, looking into his eyes, his face, listening to every word, every letter he said.
It was really charming.
She slid down from the table: "Today is a memorable day, I will personally prepare a party to celebrate this day."
Parker was overjoyed when he heard his wife say that; his eyes were as bright as car headlights.
"Really, then I'll go buy the ingredients, I really, really want to eat what you cook."
"Okay, let me make a list for you." She said as she took out a pen and wrote like a machine.
Parker followed his wife's notes, went to the supermarket to buy all kinds of vegetables, fruits, meat, fish, and shrimp.
When he returned, Kinga was in the kitchen, having long been showing off her cooking skills, and the pot of broth on the stove was boiling.
After giving the ingredients to his wife, Parker went upstairs to take a shower, then returned to the kitchen, where the dishes were almost done.
Sure enough, his wife was the best.
He walked up from behind her, hugged her waist, "Kinga."
"Um." Kinga didn't turn to look at him, just calmly replied.
"You know, I'm very happy."
Kinga reached for the soy sauce bottle, poured just enough into the pot of braised meat on the stove, "How happy?"
"Very, very happy." Parker kept rubbing his wife's shoulder.
Sniffing her scent, "From now on, I can eat the food my wife cooks every day."
Kinga said coldly, "I'm too lazy to cook every day."
"Then, I'll learn to cook with you; if you don't cook, I'll cook for you," Parker said happily.
"From now on, I'll help you do everything, I promise I won't let you get tired."
Kinga raised her eyebrows at him, "You don't let the maids do the work?"
"Then let them stay outside to take care of the garden with Uncle Eris; we'll do it ourselves at home." He was determined, "If we just let them do everything, isn't it the same as a hotel?"
Kinga curled the corners of her lips, clearly very satisfied with her husband's answer.
She tilted her head slightly, touching his lips, "My husband is really good."
Parker opened her eyes wide in surprise, and then it was obvious that those eyes were tinged with a different color.
Only when Kinga reacted did she feel behind her, Parker's 'hot thing' was making love to her.
Parker raised her eyebrows, saying seductively: "I just... miss you so much."
Kinga was about to scold him when she suddenly smelled a burning smell, turned her head to look, and saw that the water in the pot of braised meat had dried up, burning to a crisp.
She had been busy with Parker just now, forgetting about the food she was cooking.
Kinga glared at Parker.
"Look, it's all burned."
Parker blinked, his expression sad, both apologetic and unwilling to admit his mistake.
"Go away," Kinga resolutely chased him away, "Hurry up, go play with the kids, really, if you bother me again, I'll starve you."
...
20 minutes later, the food was served.
"That's enough for today." Kinga brushed her hand away and looked at Parker.
Parker looked at the food table, his heart pounding with excitement, not forgetting to take a towel to wipe his wife's sweat.
Kinga sat down on the chair, enjoying her husband's service, sighing.
"Eat." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of stew for Parker.
Parker ate little by little. It had been a long time since he had eaten Kinga's cooking.
He used up all the space in his stomach, eating until he was full.
So delicious.
Parker sat down to one side to eat, not forgetting his wife.
There were steamed shrimps on the table. He picked up a bowl full of shrimps, peeled each shrimp, and put them in the bowl for Kinga and the children.
Kinga looked at the shrimps in the bowl, pouting: "Why do you keep peeling shrimps for me? I can do it myself."
Parker raised his head, his mouth still filled with rice, swallowed, and said: "I am your husband, I like to take care of you and the children."
A hearty meal, a happy couple.
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Kinga had just returned home from work.
Aunt May had put Kinga's children to sleep.
She visited them for a while and then returned to the couple's room.
At this time, Parker had not returned yet.
Kinga was about to pick up the phone to call him, but he had texted her first.
"Honey, let's go somewhere tomorrow."
Kinga felt a little strange; he rarely asked her where she was going or what she was doing.
But she did not ask directly, just texted back: "Okay, I'll go with my friend."
Anyway, she would know tomorrow. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
...
Early the next morning, the couple left the children with Aunt May and the babysitter and set off.
Parker drove for 5 hours to get there.
Kinga was fast asleep in the car when she opened the car door. She was so scared that she froze.
In front of her was a long stretch of sand, belonging to a vast ocean.
In the distance, a small villa appeared.