Chapter 71 Loving You Is Like Purgatory.

After Violet closed the door, she finally breathed a sigh of relief once she saw Wayne forcefully gulp down the fried eggs and bacon. She cleared the tableware and said to Wayne, "You can't deliberately make yourself sick next time, okay? If you miss me, just have Noah call me, and I'll come to see you."

"Mama's fried eggs are the only thing that taste good," Wayne licked his lips. "You must have practiced this a lot, huh?"

Violet stiffened, how could she admit that she had practiced countless times in the kitchen to perfectly meet Noah's bizarre request for a soft-set fried egg?

She made up an excuse on the fly, "Your uncle taught me this."

"It seems my uncle really is smart," Wayne shook his head, grinning. "Mama, your cooking just meets the requirement of being edible, nothing more. Sigh—I won't set the bar too high."

"You little rascal!" Violet pinched Wayne's cheek. "Feeling rowdy now that you're full, are we?"