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Tristan is just waiting for the noodles to be boiled. And to be honest—He's going to make sure that it wasn't soggy but something that is easy to eat.

The sauce was already cooked. And the aroma just wafted through the air. Alistair can smell it already and he was excited to taste Tristan's cook.

It's been almost half an hour until Tristan is finally done. He walk out of the kitchen with two plates in his hand—It was the spaghetti that was cooked perfectly.

"Hmmm, That smell so good!"

As Tristan set the plate down on the table at the middle of the living room—Alistair excitedly walk toward the table to see the fresh spaghetti that has cheese as the toppings.

"I-I'm Done!"

Tristan announced as he grab the fork and handed it over Alistair as they sat on the chair—digging up the food that Tristan's cooked.

Good heaven! Alistair eyes widened as he taste the spaghetti that Tristan cook for him. It was more savory and tasty than his secretary so called cooking.

Alistair continue to devour the spaghetti that really caught his whole attention. He was totally in-love with the taste of Tristan's cook.

"Ah baby, that was so good! I wanted more!"

Alistair praised the shy boy. Aside from Tristan being so cute, He was also a good cook. What a package.

"Tha—Thanks, But you don't have any noodles left—that's the last condiment on the kitchen."

Tristan said with a smile. He was happy that Mr.Fear enjoyed his food—Sadly, France cooking isn't that good.

"Don't worry baby, I can order it."

Alistair pulled out his phone from his pocket as he dial his secretary. He was gonna order him to buy him some groceries.

*Beep! Beep!*

"Yes Mr.Fear? H-how can I help you?"

France's timid voice can be heard through the speaker. Alistair have gone serious for a moment.

"Go to the market and buy me a groceries. I will send you the payment and the list right away."

Alistair said with pure seriousness. They heard a squeak on the other line before it continued;

"M-may I know what is this for Mr.Fear? Would you like me to cook for you?"

France asked. Alistair frowned at that moment. He thought that France cooking was good because he used to eat only France's dishes and most of the time, He spent his time eating in restaurant.

"Thank you but no, I have my baby to cook for me anymore."

Finally, He ended the call. Alistair look at Tristan with a smile as Tristan only smile back innocently as he consume his own food.

•The story literally started because of the spaghetti.