The Demon's Little Wolf

CHAPTER 33

A small smile played on his lips as he watched me eat. Mouth still filled with pancakes, I looked at his as he removed his blazer before setting it on the side and rolling up his sleeves up, revealing his inked arms. He raised an eyebrow at me when he realised I was looking at him but I just shrugged and went back to eating as he started eating.

Unlike the usual breakfast we ate every day, this one was way more delicious. Everything was perfect and it felt like the person who cooked it actually wanted to cook and not because it was their job to do so.

I have been at the palace and eaten its food for long enough to know that this was not prepared by the workers here. Either we got new workers or he ordered it from a breakfast place in town. But then, the town was pretty far from here and by the time the food got here, it would have been cold and soggy. Also, I doubted that any restaurant would write I am sorry on their pancakes on a request. And as far as I know, there have been no changes in staff.

His hobby

I froze as I was about to take the next bite. Realisation dawned upon me as my eyes darted from the food to Alexander who was eating. No wonder he was not giving me any details about where and how he did all of this. Just like in the car last time, he felt slightly shy and embarrassed that his hobby was in cooking.

"You made all of this." I stated and he lifted his gaze from his plate, meeting mine and I saw the slight blush making its appearance once again. "This is so good Alexander."

"Glad you like it." He cleared his throat.

"Like it? I love it." I smiled at him. "Thank you so much. This is probably the best breakfast I have had in years." I took another bite of the pancake before placing a waffle on my plate and poured some of the syrup on it. "Where did you learn to cook?"

"My mother." He answered, a faraway look on his face but a tiny smile played on his lips. "Whenever my father would not be around and I was free from training, she would get me to help her cook. I picked up a few things from her."

"A few?" I rolled my eyes. "I cannot even cook to save my life."

"You never cooked?" Amusement lingered in his eyes as he took another bite of his food.

"No." I said as a matter of fact. "When I lived with my nanny, she would take care of the food. Once I entered school, food was provided to us by school. All I had to do was go to the dining halls, take a plate and fill it up with the food. So, I never tried cooking." As soon as I completed my sentence, I remembered an incident. "The one time I did try was when I had missed dinner and I got hungry. We had access to the kitchen in case we got hungry. I tried cooking something but I nearly burnt down the entire school and after that incident I never missed any meal and I was no longer allowed to enter the kitchen." That earned me a small chuckle from him.

"Remind me to never be in a kitchen with you." He joked.

"Don't worry that won't happen because kitchens are a no entry place for me." I reassured him. "Anyway, how did you manage to prepare all of this?"

"I had my guards restrict the access to the kitchen in the morning while I did my thing." He said nonchalantly.

"You did all of this on your own?" I kept getting surprised.

"It's not a big deal."

"How come none of the workers went to the kitchen even if you restricted the access? They should have been there to prepare breakfast for the rest."

"It was early."

"They start cooking at 6 in the morning and judging by all this food I would say it took you a good thirty minutes for the preparation, another hour to cook and 30 minutes at least for the plating." I said out loud as I motioned to the different plates. "When did you start cooking?" I asked curiously.