Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 320: It’s Not Exactly Undrinkable

Natalie Vaughn eagerly awaited, curious about the results of her first time cooking.

"How is it?"

Zane Thorne looked at Natalie Vaughn, slightly restraining his expression.

"Not bad."

"Really!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

After saying this, Natalie Vaughn reached out to seize the spoon from Zane Thorne’s hand to taste it herself. But Zane Thorne dodged quickly, not letting her touch the spoon at all.

"Isn’t this what you cooked for me to drink?"

Natalie Vaughn looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes, I cooked it for you, but is it a problem if I want to taste it myself the first time cooking? Or were you just lying to me?"

Zane Thorne: ...

Indeed, deceiving Natalie Vaughn isn’t a simple task.

Zane Thorne was still a bit hesitant, afraid Natalie Vaughn wouldn’t be happy after tasting it, yet in just that brief moment, she had already grabbed another spoon from the cupboard.

Confidently, she scooped a full spoon, and took a big bite.

Seeing this display, Zane Thorne furrowed his brow, preparing to take out a bottle of mineral water from the fridge.

Only to see Natalie Vaughn’s facial features quickly scrunch up, starting to pat her chest.

"..."

Zane Thorne passed the water over, and Natalie Vaughn quickly took a sip to rinse her mouth.

What on earth is this?

All I could taste was a strong flavor of seasonings, none of the original taste of fish soup.

Natalie Vaughn smacked her lips a few times, her brows furrowing even deeper.

"What’s the reason for this?"

She knew the taste of fish soup and remembered the taste of the fish soup Zane Thorne had made for her; why did her own cooking end up tasting miles away?

Zane Thorne glanced at the counter, finding three seasoning bottles.

All consisting of small white granules.

One was salt, one was sugar, and the other was finely ground MSG.

Zane Thorne understood.

"Which one did you use?"

These three bottles looked identical, and the labels were rather small, where could Natalie Vaughn remember, she shook her head.

Zane Thorne, based on his own cooking experience, picked out the MSG bottle.

"You used the wrong seasoning."

Usually, people mistake sugar for salt, but Natalie Vaughn went ahead and mistook MSG for salt.

"..."

Natalie Vaughn widened her eyes pointing at the stuff in Zane Thorne’s hand.

"So, the result of my hard work all morning has been ruined by this one thing?"

Zane Thorne looked down at the pot of soup, seeing its color, it didn’t even look like it had been simply sautéed before adding boiling water to stew. So, even if Natalie Vaughn used the right salt, the taste wouldn’t necessarily be good.

Of course, Zane Thorne wouldn’t say these things. In encouraging Natalie Vaughn and not discouraging her, he stood in agreement with Mrs. Vaughn.

Zane Thorne comforted,

"It’s not undrinkable, already quite impressive, babe."

"..."

Natalie Vaughn was somewhat unable to accept, she hadn’t lost her sense of taste, what she just tried was clearly unpleasant, how could she continue drinking it?

But Zane Thorne wanted her to believe it could be drunk, actually intending to drink a whole bowl of it.

Natalie Vaughn hurriedly reached out to stop him, slightly angered.

"What are you doing?! If it doesn’t taste good, don’t drink it! I can accept failure."

Just a little disappointed really.

After all, she truly wanted to make Zane Thorne a delicious breakfast. Even if it wasn’t tasty, it shouldn’t be unpalatable.

Never thought she’d fail at the seasoning step.

Thinking more, Natalie Vaughn’s dissatisfaction intensified, she grabbed the bowl from Zane Thorne’s hand, mercilessly pouring away the soup.

"There’s still time, I’ll make it again now, wait up, I’ll cook a delicious fish soup!"

Anyway, she wasn’t going to class, she had all the time today.

Zane Thorne: ...

Since she had the passion, he certainly couldn’t extinguish it.

Watching Natalie Vaughn skillfully take out ingredients from the fridge, Zane Thorne was somewhat surprised.

"Did you specifically check online?"

Natalie Vaughn shook her head.

"I called mom, she taught me."

The man nodded, no wonder.

This recognition vanished when Natalie Vaughn started slicing ginger. Zane Thorne was startled by the way she raised the knife high, losing any trace of his relaxed demeanor, he nervously grabbed her wrist, taking the knife from her hand.

"Babe, is this how you slice things?"

Natalie Vaughn furrowed her brows at the ginger on the board.

"Mom told me it’s best to slice vertically to easily julienne later, but I just couldn’t hit it right before, knife skills aren’t something you master instantly, so I thought I’d just make do today."

Zane Thorne: ...

Making do can’t mean slicing like this?

What if you cut your hand with such high slicing?

Zane Thorne was still somewhat afraid.

"Leave these to me, you prepare the rest."

Natalie Vaughn hesitated.

She wanted to complete it independently; if Zane Thorne helped her slice the ingredients, could it still count as her cooking?

Seemingly seeing through her thoughts.

"I’ll just slice for you, everything else is still up to you. You be the chef, I’ll assist, whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do."

Natalie Vaughn couldn’t quite agree with his words; could she, with skills inferior to even a cat’s, be the chef in his presence?

"Just slice these, then don’t interfere."

The man’s brow slightly moved.

Alright, as long as she doesn’t handle the knife.

Zane Thorne’s actions were swift and clean, slicing the ginger neatly, also cutting the other ingredients to place them on dishes.

Once done, Zane Thorne washed his hands and retreated to the kitchen door, leaning against the door frame watching Natalie Vaughn.

Natalie Vaughn indeed wasn’t adept at cooking, but she was smart, and remembered the steps she recently did.

Watching the scene, Zane Thorne felt warmth in his heart.

He never thought Natalie Vaughn not cooking was bad, nor had he wanted her to cook.

But at this moment, it felt truly happy.

And he felt the urge to cook more often in the future.

This time with Zane Thorne watching, Natalie Vaughn was more cautious, without any mistakes. After cooking again, she tasted it first.

After tasting, her brow slightly furrowed.

Zane Thorne came over.

"What’s wrong?"

Natalie Vaughn tasted again.

"It’s a bit odd?"

Zane Thorne took a taste using her hand.

It’s just fish soup’s flavor.

"What’s odd about it?"

Natalie Vaughn put down the spoon, tapping her chin lightly.

"Why is it different from the fish soup you made before?"

Though compared to the earlier pot, this one was much better. Yet, Natalie Vaughn had tasted better fish soup, clearly showing the difference.

Compared with the one Zane Thorne made, this was far inferior.

Zane Thorne chuckled softly, realizing this was the concern. He contemplated briefly before revealing a step he used for soup making.

Natalie Vaughn: ...

"Why didn’t you say so earlier?!"

Natalie Vaughn was practically exasperated with this man! Knowing her steps weren’t complete, why didn’t he tell her?

Zane Thorne raised his hand to rub his nose.

"I was afraid of discouraging you, making you sad."

Natalie Vaughn:....