A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1449
Bernard was notorious for his snail-paced cooking. It wasn’t until dusk that he finally brought out his dishes, setting them on the
wooden picnic table with a flourish.
The dishes looked questionable. Eleanor eyed the food warily, while Zephyr felt compelled to eat despite his reservations.
Having watched Bernard liberally douse the food with a small mountain of salt, Zephyr’s reluctance to dig in was understandable.
Bernard, on the other hand, appeared nonchalant, even a touch confident as he passed a knife and fork to Zephyr across the
table. “Give it a try?” he offered.
Caught between courtesy and trepidation, Zephyr accepted the utensils and set to work on a steak that proved as unyielding as
leather. After a futile struggle, he abandoned it for another dish.
This one held a mound of something yellow, reminiscent of curry in aroma but not in appearance. The sight alone was enough to
quell an appetite.
Nevertheless, Zephyr scooped a polite bite with a spoon and ventured it to his mouth. The mysterious concoction hit his taste
buds, and he fought the urge to gag.
Trained to mask his emotions, he swallowed the bite while suppressing the revolt in his stomach.
Seeing no sign of disgust on his face, Eleanor wondered if Bernard had secretly taken cooking lessons from a pro. How else
could Zephyr swallow it?
Fueled by Eleanor’s skepticism, Bernard’s confidence swelled. He gently pushed another plate toward Zephyr. “BBQ Ribs, a
classic. How about this one?”
Caleb had a sweet tooth and a particular fondness for sweet and sour BBQ Ribs. Bernard had taken special care with this dish,
heaping in sugar for that authentic taste he figured Zephyr, having grown up in Southeast Asia, would appreciate.
Zephyr sighed inwardly at the sight of the dark, sticky mess before him. Bound by his own promise to eat, he gingerly forked a
small piece and braced himself.
This time, he couldn’t hold back. Dropping his utensils, he reached for a napkin, discreetly spat out the morsel, and tossed it into
the trash with fluid grace.

“Is it that bad?” Eleanor’s voice was laced with concern.
Zephyr wiped his mouth with another napkin before taking several gulps of water from the glass Bernard silently offered. He
washed away the lingering taste before raising his clear, bright eyes-so like Caleb’s-to meet Bernard’s gaze.
“Mr. Law, your cooking is... uniquely inedible. I doubt even a dog would touch it,” Zephyr
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