Daddy! Come Home for Dinner! - Chapter 138 - Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Can You Please Stop Staring at Me All the Time?

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Can You Please Stop Staring at Me All the Time?

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The first time he had visited Cindy Clarke’s house, he had barely entered the kitchen before Morgan Clarke dragged him off to watch SpongeBob.

The second time, at the Zhekova Family Mansion, he didn’t even get a chance to watch at all.

Now, as he looked through the camera’s viewfinder, all he saw was Cindy’s hands.

But even those hands, when they were cooking, were pleasing to the eye.

Audiences watching her videos could never guess how beautiful the owner of these hands actually was.

He thought about Cindy’s followers and how none of them knew how beautiful she was.

And yet here he was, filming Cindy, and a sudden sense of superiority arose within him.

Unconsciously, Adrian Zhekova’s gaze shifted from the camera screen to Cindy.

Without the shield of the screen, his eyes landed directly on her hands.

And from her hands, he slowly moved his gaze up to her face.

Adrian’s gaze seemed to be rooted there, no longer moving away.

“Zoom in on the dumpling skin. I am going to start wrapping the dumplings,” said Cindy, without looking up.

A moment passed and there was no response from Adrian.

Cindy raised her head in surprise, meeting Adrian’s gaze which was fixed on her face.

Adrian’s gaze was burning into her.

Cindyy instantly froze. her face flushed and her limbs uncoordinated.

“Adrian Zhekova!” Flustered by his gaze, Cindy wondered if the video could still be shot smoothly.

Adrian finally withdrew his gaze.

He had been so entranced by Cindy that he had momentarily lost all sense of awareness.

“Be serious,” Cindy reminded him.

“Alright.” Adrian chuckled.

Cindy wanted to ask him if he could stop laughing all the time.

His laughter was too charming, it felt unfair.

“Adrian, zoom in: Okay,” as he focused the lens, Cindy started wrapping the dumplings.

The dumpling skins were small, and as she skillfully folded them with her delicate fingertips, beautiful pleats appeared.

Adrian even counted them; there were a total of 18 pleats.

Cindy’s skin was pale, and her fingertips contrasted sharply against the pristine white dumpling skin.

Her milky complexion against the white dumpling skin created an astoundingly beautiful visual, one that Adrian found hard to tear his gaze away from.

His gaze grew more intense, and it was so powerfully riveting that Cindy’s movements started to slow down and stiffen.

Cindy finally couldn’t stand it anymore and looked up at him, “Can you please stop staring at me?”

“If I don’t keep my eyes on you, how am I supposed to film you?” Adrian responded, looking innocent.

Cindy: ‘

It felt as if she was being unreasonable and blaming the wrong person.

Feeling frustrated, Cindy bent back over to her work.

Adrian turned his gaze back to the camera screen.

Noticing that Cindy’s ear tips were glowing red, Adrian couldn’t help but laugh softly.

Cindy’s ears twitched and her face reddened even more.

She strongly suspected that he was doing it deliberately.

Always drawing attention with his laughter.

Once the dumpling skins and fillings were prepared, the wrapping process was quick.

So, Cindy finished it quickly.

She took some and put them into the fridge to be frozen, saving them for Peggy Lewis.

The rest were placed in the steamer basket, waiting to be steamed when the other dishes were ready.

Besides the dumplings, she needed to prepare other dishes for dinner. “What would you like for the main course?” Cindy asked Adrian and Morgan. “Porridge,” Morgan promptly responded, “Porridge goes best with dumplings!”

Cindy then turned to Adrian.

Adrian nodded in agreement: “Porridge sounds good.”

Cindy thought for a while, then suggested, “How about Taro porridge?” This proposal received unanimous approval from Adrian and Morgan.

Cindy proceeded to make the porridge. While the porridge was slowly simmering over low heat, she started cooking the boiled bullfrog..