Make daddy feel better

Placing his soup on the table, Aurora sat at the dining table and waited for him to dive in.

She couldn’t stop smiling, believing she and Arthur just had a moment in the kitchen.

“Do you have to watch me eat?” Arthur asked, picking up the spoon and scooping some soup.

“Yes. I have to make sure you finish all of it. It will help your hangover and fever.” Aurora answered.

He heaved a sigh and slowly nodded, covering the spoon with his mouth as he took some porridge in.

Arthur's face lit up again in reaction to the taste of the porridge satisfying his taste buds even more than it did when he tasted it in the kitchen.

“Why does the taste of my food cause a reaction on your face all the time?” Aurora asked with a chuckle, and he smirked.

“Maybe because it tastes so good? Where did you learn how to cook?” He asked.

“Well, I didn’t learn it. I kept doing it over and over again until I got better. My mother isn’t such a great mother, so she hardly cooked for me even when I was young.