Chapter 195 Kendrick Demands Snacks
Chapter 195 Kendrick Demands Snacks
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That slight feeling of discomfort Louis had earlier disappeared after about ten minutes–because just as Freya was about to head to her room, she pulled out five small bags of cookies from her bag and stuffed them into his hands.
“Here, these are for you. Keep them for later! Don’t go hungry this morning. I’ve got plenty more at home, and if you don’t eat them, it’s just a waste.”
Louis stopped her. “What about you?”
Freya gave her bag a light pat and smiled. “I’ve got plenty in here too; don’t worry.”
Louis didn’t say anything else. This girl had even made fresh juice that morning, paired with her own cookies–clearly prepped as her mid–morning snack. For once, he didn’t need to worry; she had everything figured out.
When Freya stepped into the room, Kendrick was already seated at his desk chair. He looked over and gave her a dramatic. sigh,
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You’re so late. I’ve been waiting forever. You two really take your sweet time, huh–classic married couple behavior.”
Freya pulled out several packs of cranberry cookies and slapped them down on his desk. “Ta–da! Look what I brought today. I even brought snacks, so no more passive–aggressive comments, alright?”
“What’s this?” Kendrick picked one up, turning it over in his hand. “Cookies?”
Freya rolled her eyes. “No, they’re cakes, obviously.”
Kendrick twitched at the corner of his mouth. “Freya, you think a few cookies are enough to shut me up? You really think Mr. Kendrick is that easy to please?”
“What if I told you I made them myself? I had to pry these out of Louis’s hands for you. If you don’t want them, I’ll just take them back and give them to him.”
“Hey, no way—if they’re handmade, that’s different. You gave them to me; they’re mine now. How can you shamelessly try to take them back for your husband? If you’ve got more, give me another pack or two–I’ll let Waylon and Baylon try them too.”
Usually, Kendrick was used to watching other people eat food made by their sister–in–law. This was the first time he’d actually gotten to taste something homemade by one of them.
It felt strangely novel–especially when he looked up and saw Louis, through the glass wall, popping a cookie into his mouth. That sight pushed Kendrick over the edge–he had to share this with the other guys.
“I mean, they’re just cookies. Is it that serious?” Freya was baffled by his enthusiasm to share. “It’s not like your brothers haven’t had cookies before.”
“Sure, they’ve had cookies–but they haven’t had Freya’s cookies.”
Kendrick tore open a small pack, grabbed one, and took a bite. He chewed, then nodded. “Not bad. Tastes just like the store- bought kind. Pretty solid–you’ve definitely got skills.”
“If you really like them, I’ll set some aside for you next time I bake. No need to make such a big deal out of it, you’re making me feel embarrassed. My baking’s just okay–nothing fancy.”
But Kendrick suddenly looked weirdly melancholic.
“Louis’s future sister–in–law can’t even cook. Waylon’s fiancée–Ms. Jasmine–doesn’t look like she’s ever set foot in a kitchen Quinton? Who knows if he’ll even end up with a wife. And if he does, once she sees how he handles a knife, I bet she’ll never cook again. Baylon’s got that temper–might as well forget it. No point in hoping there. And me? I’m planning to stay single So when you think about it out of all of us. Louis’s wife–you’re the only one who can actually make us a decent hot meal”
Freya didn’t really get his sorrow. “It’s not like you’re starving–why do you care so much about our food?”
“But everyone else gets home–cooked food.. and we don’t. Louis is almost thirty, and I’m the youngest left; none of the rest of us are married. How is that nor frustrating?”
Freya raised an eyebrow, unimpressed “You worry more than a mom. If you really want warm, homemade meals, go find
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someone who can cook.”
“That’d cost me time–lots of it. I’d have to make an effort, give up my freedom. Not worth it.”
“You want all the perks and none of the work. Life’s not that easy,” Freya snorted. “Anyway, I don’t have time to waste chatting. I’ve got words to write and money to make. Unlike you, I’m not just temporarily broke.”
Kendrick waved her off. “Go, go. Since you brought me cookies today. I’ll shout for you if I need something”
Freya wrote for an hour before standing up to stretch. She also called out to Kendrick, “Hey, take a break. Sitting too long isn’t good–you’ll mess up your neck and end up with a slipped disc.”
Kendrick looked at her like she was ridiculous. “I’m streaming right now.
The livestream chat exploded with excitement: “Freya’s here, isn’t she? Good morning, Freya!”
“Freya’s right–Kendrick, go stretch! You’ll ruin your neck if you sit there all day!”
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