The Wolf is Coming Ch. 66
After a while of small fights, the two finally focused on the gifts they were preparing for each other.
Abraham weaved quickly and well, and in a short while, a beautiful Flora stone bracelet had taken shape.
On Emma's side, she asked the old woman for advice several times, but her eyes knew it, her brain understood it, but her hands were clumsy. After braiding and unbraiding, and unbraiding and braiding again and again, Emma finally gave up those complicated and exquisite styles and reluctantly chose the simplest one.
Fortunately, Abraham did not dislike it and immediately let Emma help him put it on.
As the sun was setting, the two left the small workshop. They held hands, and the Flora stone bracelets on their wrists occasionally collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
"You seem to be very good at this?" Emma looked down at the exquisite bracelet on her wrist and asked sourly, "In the past... have you also knitted for others?"
"Does it count for myself?" Abraham smiled, "I have lived alone for too long, and I have to know a little about everything. In order not to go hungry, I have to learn to cook. In winter, it is too cold, so I have to learn to knit scarves and sweaters. You know, in places like Wilvo, many things are hard to buy."
Emma's attention was immediately diverted, "Wow, it turns out that you can cook..."
"Yes, and it should be pretty good." Abraham said proudly, "I'll let you taste my cooking skills another day."
"Alright."
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The next day, Emma rarely slept in until almost noon, but was awakened early by the smell of food.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and pushed open the bedroom door, just bumping into Mrs. Granger.
"I was just about to wake you up." Mrs. Granger paused, then teased, "Usually when it's vacation, you want to sleep until noon, why are you up so early today? Did you know that Abraham is here?"
"Who are you talking about?" Emma was shocked, "Abraham is here?"
"Yes, he has been here for a long time, and now he is helping to make breakfast in the kitchen." Mrs. Granger looked in the direction of the kitchen, and her expression became more and more satisfied.
Emma hurried out of the room, and then she saw Abraham busy in the kitchen.
He wore a moon-gray T-shirt, black casual pants, and a blue and white plaid apron tied simply at the back of his waist, which looked particularly homely. The knife was "slashing" the vegetables on the chopping board, and from the sound, it was clear that Abraham's knife skills should be quite good.
Perhaps he heard Emma's footsteps, Abraham turned around and saw Emma still in her pajamas.
"Are you up yet?" The champagne eyes were filled with gentle waves, as if to drown Emma, "Breakfast will be ready soon."
"Oh..." Emma responded stupidly, and after a few seconds, she finally remembered what she looked like now, "I, I'll go change my clothes!"
When Emma quickly cleaned herself up, Abraham had already served breakfast on the table. The freshly baked croissants looked great, the freshly fried sausages and bacon could still be heard frying in the oil, the oatmeal porridge was steaming, and the aroma of roasted tomatoes kept drilling into the nose... As a breakfast, this was really quite rich.
The Granger family and Abraham sat around the dining table and began to enjoy this special breakfast. Although Mr. Granger didn't talk much, his expression was very satisfied. Mrs. Granger had been praising Abraham from the beginning, from the appearance and taste of the breakfast to his cooking skills, which made Abraham feel a little embarrassed.
"Why did you suddenly think of coming to my house to make breakfast?" Emma asked Abraham in a low voice.
"Because you said yesterday that you wanted to try my cooking skills." Abraham smiled and pushed a glass of juice in front of Emma, "Does it suit your taste?"
"Yeah, it's great!"
So Abraham smiled even more happily, and the hand wearing the Flora stone bracelet quietly reached under the table, grabbed Emma's hand, and squeezed it lightly.
"If you like it, I will make it for you often in the future, okay?"
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