leonardwarren Chapter 434 The Poor Fate Of Mr Bunny
Chapter 434 The Poor Fate Of Mr Bunny
"I think that's enough for me, Daddy...Any more grease in my stomach, and I'll think I'll be feeling sick for the rest of the day."
Bella said as she lied back on me with a satisfied look on her face, thinking that it would feel so good to turn around and sleep on my chest right now.
"I'm also on a diet right now, so I think that's enough for me as well." Camila politely wiped her oily lips with a handkerchief and then wiped her daughter's lips as well, treating her like a child that always needs her care at all times.
"I-I think I can eat a few more pieces, Kafi, so if you wouldn't mind, can you-"
"No, mom! That's enough bacon for you today!"
I interrupted my mother in frustration when she asked for a couple of more spoons, as my arm had already gone weak from moving all over the place and trying to feed three mouths at the same time.
"But why, Kafi?!~ There's still so much bacon left on my chest! What are you going to be about that?!~"
My mother gasped as she was denied her request and looked at her breasts below.
One of them was completely scraped clean of any bacon sticking on top of them, leaving only the grease of the cooked meat on them and also some indents from the fork poking her skin all over her chest. Her nipple on top was also wiped clean of any of that dark sauce on it, leaving her purple grape exposed to the world.
Her other breast, on the other hand, was left untouched, since just one breast of hers was covered in enough bacon that it could even feed a family of three.
The excess of bacon wasn't because all three of them had small stomachs, when they were all actually gluttons who swallowed every spoon I gave them. But it was because the surface area of my mother's breasts was so large that I managed to fit more than enough slices of bacon onto them.
"I'll be eating the remaining bacon on your chest, mom, so keep your hands off them unless you want me to shove my own 'rod of bacon' into your mouth right in front of these two."
My mother's hands that were sneakily going for the bacon on her chest froze when she heard my threat, and they immediately retreated back to their place on her side.
"I also noticed while laying out the pancakes that your belly is much more squishy than it used to be, mom, so I think you should lay off on the greasy food for a while, or else I'm sure you'll come crying to me about gaining weight and blame me for fattening you up."
My mother blushed and looked at me with an urgent gaze, like she was telling me not to say such an embarrassing thing in front of others. She also couldn't deny that she had been eating quite a lot lately since her son had been spoiling her quite a lot when it came to food.
"Speaking of pancakes, that's what we'll be eating next, Bella." I said as I finally put down the fork after continuesly feeding all three of the ladies in the household. I also didn't want to tire out my hand once again so I added in saying, "I also specially made the bunny pancake for Bella so if you two want to have a taste, you can eat the extra pancakes I've made later."
Camila was already quite full with bacon and had already tasted the pancakes, so she was fine. My mother, on the other hand, had already planned on telling me to make her the same bunny out of pancakes later on, since her childish self also wanted to indulge in such a cute animal for breakfast.
"Like, I'm not saying that there's no sweetness at all. But it's just that the sugary flavour of the cake is too subtle and lacks the intense sweet flavour you would normally taste in a pancake."
Bella closed her eyes in anticipation after saying her review, as she thought that I would berate her for making comments when she herself just started learning to cook. But to her surprise, I had a different reaction that she wasn't expecting.
"That's it, Bella!...That's exactly it, my sweet little daughter!...I knew you would figure it out!"
I suddenly exclaimed and hugged Bella and swung her around like a father who was proud of her daughter for accomplishing something significant.
While Bella was confused as to why I was so excited but nonetheless was enjoying the warm hug she was getting, I explained, saying,
"To be honest, I purposely didn't add that extra bit of sweetness to the pancakes to test how good of a judge you are when it comes to delicacies."
"...And now, it seems like you truly inherited your mother's taste for food after all, seeing as to how you figured out that I had left out one crucial element of the dish."
I stated, which made Bella let out an embarrassed smile for being praised so much when she was simply rating food.
Her face turned even more red when she saw Camila looking her way with a proud look in her beautiful blue eyes, like she were saying, 'As expected of my daughter', as she too was genuinely thrilled to see her daughter excel at something that she thrived in.
"By the way, Bella..." I said as I held onto her soft body that felt so fragile in my hands and felt her lean over to my side to hear my voice better. "...You've figured out what part of the dish was off or missing. But can you tell me what exactly is the element that I didn't add, which would make the entire dish complete?"
"That's easy, Daddy!" Bella quickly answered so that she could show off to her father how smart she actually was and earn herself more praise. "It's either some kind of syrup or jam that you would normally see in a pancake!"
"Although you've sweetened up the pancake with frosting and whipped creams in between the layers of the pancake, it still won't be able to contend with the traditional use of syrup or fruit to bring a whole other level of depth to the dish."
Bella concluded her analysis and waited for another round of compliments that she loved to hear from those who mattered to her.
But to her surprise, instead of the cheery ramble she was expecting from us, the room suddenly went silent like someone had said something that she shouldn't be mentioned at all costs.
When she looked at her mother, she found that she had a concerned and composed look on her face, like the time for a fateful event in her life had come. And when Bella glanced at my mother, she was surprised to see that her rosey face that was always filled with a certain liveliness had gone pale, almost as if she knew that the time of her death was approaching.
Finally, when she looked back at me, she found me showing a calm smile on my face, even though my gleaming eyes were much more honest and showed how excited I actually was about what was coming up next.
Bella didn't know exactly what was going on as everyone in the kitchen was showing a various array of reactions that she simply couldn't comprehend.
But what she did know right now was that she really wanted some sweet syrup to add to the pancakes, as she knew for sure that she would be sent straight to dessert heaven if she were to try my pancakes with some sugary syrup, honey, or fruit that were already hidden somewhere unbeknownst her knowledge...