Chapter 371
Could it be a new recipe Bryan was trying out?
Eileen changed her shoes, took Gabriela from Milford’s embrace, kissed the little one’s chubby hands, and made her way to the kitchen.
“Wow,” she said, seeing the array of dishes spread across the table. Milford’s mouth hung open in astonishment. “Eileen, we’re in for a real feast tonight!”
“I’m quite hungry myself,” Eileen confessed, a smile spreading across her face as she and Milford neared the dining table and paused to admire the dishes.
Bryan came over with another small plate. “You’re back?
Go wash your hands, and hand me Gabriela.”
He adjusted the table settings, placed the small plate down, and then scooped up Gabriela.
Puzzled, Eileen washed her hands in the kitchen, returned, and sat next to Bryan, with Milford on the other side.
“What’s this?” Milford pointed to the dish closest to him.
“They’re teething biscuits.”
“And this one here?”
“That’s baby cereal.”
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A flicker of amusement crossed Eileen’s face. So, was the entire dinner spread actually baby food?
“I did a lot of research online today and found that babies who are only fed formula, like Gabriela, can start solids a bit earlier. The baby cereal I made is easy to digest, so she’ll be able to eat it soon. Gabriela is reaching the teething stage—I’ve noticed she likes to put anything she can grab into her mouth, which could be a sign she’s starting to teeth.
“I spent hours making these teething biscuits, trying out different flavors… And here’s some fruit puree, which I steamed before pureeing.”
Eileen looked at where he was pointing and realized that the entire table was filled with food for Gabriela.
There was no dinner for her.
“Bryan, what about us?” Milford finally broke in. “What are we supposed to eat?”
“Gabriela will just taste a little of each. Some she might not even be able to eat yet. I made enough to test the flavors and see what needs improving. Except for the teething biscuits, there’s enough here to feed the three of us,” Bryan’s expression was serious, signaling he wasn’t joking.
It seemed they were going to be taste testers for the barely four-month-old baby in the days to come.
Then Bryan grinned at Eileen. “Of course, if you want a teething biscuit, I can give you one. As for Milford? Impossible.”
Milford leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh.
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