My Extraordinary Wife Chapter 1130

Chapter 1130Chapter 1130 His First Time
“What a coincidence! This is also the first time in my life that I'm cooking for a girl,” Spencer said as he
tossed the washed vegetables into the pan.
Upon hearing that, for some unknown reason, Cassandra felt pampered and touched. I'm probably
overthinking it...
Even though the vegetables were mushed, it didn't affect the taste of the pasta that Spencer was
cooking.
Shortly after, a steaming bowl of minced meat pasta was served on the table.
Cassandra was impressed, and she was ready to eat with her fork. However, she realized that Spencer
was still in the kitchen. Hence, she quickly put her fork aside.
When Spencer came over carrying another bowl of pasta, he saw Cassandra sitting upright, waiting for
him.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw that. “There's no one else here. You don't have to wait for me.”
Upon hearing that, Cassandra quickly picked up her fork. “I'm going to start eating!”
Her eating actions were not elegant, but they were natural. Every time Spencer thought about how Cassandra had washed the vegetables in the dish, he found
the bowl of pasta exceptionally delicious.
Cassandra was famished, so she was only concentrating on eating.
“Thank you for the little clay figure you gave me. I really like it.” That was the first time Spencer had
received a gift from a girl. Even though everyone got one, he still liked it very much.
Spencer originally wanted to tell her that he wanted to return the favor, but he gave it some thought and
decided not to say it. I'm not ready to say that.
“I'm particularly good at molding clay figures. I can make one in just a few minutes,” Cassandra said
nonchalantly. “Therefore, there's no need to thank me. It's no trouble at all.”
“What else can you do?” Spencer asked, a gentle warmth spreading in his eyes as he looked at her. He
always found her expressions particularly lively and adorable.
“I know how to do a lot of things, like making sugar figures. Have you ever tried them?” Cassandra said
with a smile. “I can also make a lot of small handicrafts. They're all pretty good.”
“When I was studying, I loved to secretly make little trinkets during class, like tiny windmills, little cars...
I can make a lot of them. I also know how to weave beautiful bracelets, the kind made with red string. I
made so many back then and sold them to my classmates.”
“Why sell it to them?” Spencer asked her curiously. “Because it was all about making money. The boutiques sold each piece for a lot more than I charged.
The ones I made were prettier, so my business was good.” Cassandra began to recount her glorious
school days, her face glowing as she spoke.
“The feeling of earning my own pocket money was great. I sold off all my little clay figures and my toy
cars,” she continued.
“Why were you so passionate about making money?” Spencer frowned. Her relationship with the
Jensen family wasn't great. Could it be that the Jensen family was mistreating her?
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was an idiot. At that time, the Jensen family didn't provide her with living expenses. Even her tuition
was paid by herself.
“I'm particularly good at molding clay figures. I can make one in just a few minutes,” Cassandra said
nonchalantly. “Therefore, there's no need to thank me. It's no trouble at all.”
“Didn't your family care about you?”
“Well, no. I'm not their biological child,” Cassandra said with a smirk. “Afterward, I joined the city team,
then the state team, and made a living off the prize money from winning championships.”
She finished her pasta and wiped her mouth. “I'm so full! The food was delicious!”
Watching her carefree demeanor, Spencer felt a slight ache in his heart. A strong desire to protect her
welled up within him when he thought about the harsh treatment she received from the Jensen family. “Go rest in the guest room. I'll do the dishes,” he said.
“How could I possibly let you wash the dishes after you've cooked? Let me do it!” Cassandra quickly
grabbed their bowls and headed for the kitchen.
Due to her fast walking, she slipped and fell to the ground with the bowls in her hands.
Both bowls were broken.
Spencer couldn't help but laugh. “Now, no one needs to wash up.”
Cassandra's face turned red as she picked herself up from the ground. “I didn't do it on purpose.”
The man didn't ask about the bowl. Instead, he lowered his head to ask, “Did you hurt yourself when
you fell?”
Cassandra was taken aback. “I'm fine... I'm fine.”
She went to get the broom, but Spencer had already squatted down and picked up the broken pieces
before throwing them into the trash can.