Oh My Davis
Cook

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In the morning, as agreed by the two humans who had just one day become a married couple. Nichole began her duties and roles from the smallest things, such as preparing breakfast for Davis.

Yeah, Davis entrusted his food to Nichole. Whether it was the girl who cooked or bought, which Davis obviously did not want to eat, the food made by his stepmother. Because as far as Davis knows, all the necessities in this house cannot be separated from Sandrina's interference. Especially when it comes to food, it's always the woman who regulates it.

“I have to cook what?’ mumbled Nichole thought while standing in front of the refrigerator.

He could not cook, let alone western cuisine. Cook rice alone he has not been so able, let alone heavy cuisine. Sighing heavily on his breath, he did not know what to do for now.

“Sorry Miss, what do you want to cook?” ask a waiter who has been staring at Nichole.

“Emmtt, I don't know.” Nichoel shook his head.

Actually Nichole was also surprised, why Davis was so happy to complicate his life. Since yesterday, when they came, Davis had told people to buy a new refrigerator and its contents, so that he did not eat the cooking of the stepmother.

In fact, Davis had wanted to replace all the furniture, only that the intention was undo when Austin's grandfather spoke up and almost scolded him.

Davis, not afraid of being angry. It's just that, he was afraid when he saw his grandfather too often angry, later will be high blood to cause complications because the man is old enough.

“Do you want all?” the waiter asked, but Nichole quickly shook her head, she still clearly remembers how Davis threatened her that the man really did not want his food mixed up with his stepmother.

“How about if you cook first, then I will follow the way. But, what do you want to cook?” ask Nichole.

“Chicken Cordon Bleu,” replied the waiter smiling and nodding his head.

“Kimmi,” answered his reply to a helping hand from Nichole.

“It looks like you are young, how old are you?” asked Nichole again while watching Kimmi who had started cooking.

“Nineteen years, Miss.”

“Hey, don't call me Miss, I feel a little worried about it. Besides, it turns out I'm younger than you,” said Nichole shut her mouth and chuckled.

“Really?” Kimmi smiled back at Nichole.

“Hemm,” Nichole nods her head, “My age is only seventeen years old.”

And finally, the two girls were cooking. Nichole was happy and also relieved, because it turns out he found a new friend in the big house. Although only a waiter, but it turns out Kimmi is very humble and patient to respond to every question.

“Finally ready!” nichole clapped her hands, just like a child.

He was so satisfied when he saw the results of his cooking. Although the results are far when compared with Kimmi cuisine. But for Nichole it was perfect.

“Alright, thanks Kimmi. I'll wake up the man of my refrigerator first. I'm not putting this up until Sandrina's mom gets close to this meal, or me and you die together, bye bye,” Nichole said, then she immediately bailed to go to her room to wake Davis up.

...~To be continue .......