She fished out her mobile at the same time and googled when birds can fly after hatching.


    And the answer: about a month.


    She rubbed her chin and nodded. One month should be sufficient to rebuild the Everheart Residence.


    The remaining three, however, reacted differently.


    Abby was excited and waved at the four chicks happily. “Wonderful! We have new family members.


    Wee to our family, birdies!”


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    Adie was as cold as ever andmented briefly, “That was childish!”


    As for Stefan, his thin lips curled into a vague smile. It was obvious that his “wicked” n had worked.


    There were, in this world, flightless birds, such as the four he ced on the vines. They were kākāpō,


    the world’s only flightless parrot found in Nouveand. They were also known for their longest lifespan


    and low intelligence among the bird species, as well as their peculiar appearance.


    Renee was just like them. She was adorably dumb to be thinking of flying out of his hands. He would


    never let it happen!


    The twins liked Hunt Vi very much and adapted to the environment in no time. The sea of sunflowers


    was especially familiar to them. They felt as if they had returned to Sun Ind, the ce they grew up


    in.


    They were chasing each other happily in the garden.


    “Adie, Abby, don’t run or you will fall.” Renee reminded them while sitting in the gazebo near the


    flowers.


    She had not seen the children being so happy for a long time. It made her happy as well, and she


    smiled without realizing it.


    Stefan was sitting beside her and watching her silently. Then, he said, “I just realized now that you look


    beautiful when you smile.”


    The smile on Renee’s face froze, and she replied sharply, “Of course. I am a natural beauty. It’s just


    that you were blind and did not know how to appreciate it.”


    He did not feel angry but unprecedentedly started self-reflecting instead. “You are right. I must’ve been


    blind back then. How else could I not see that such beauty that awaits my return every day?”


    “Blech!”


    She had never heard him saying such mushy words, and it gave her goosebumps. “Stefan, I haven’t


    had dinner yet. Can you not make me throw up?”


    He lowered his head, somewhat hurt, and looked despondent. “You really hate me, don’t you?”


    Renee recalled the doctor’s advice that Stefan was still a patient who should not be provoked and


    needed to recuperate. It suddenly made her feel that her words seemed a bit excessive.


    “Um, it’s gettingte. What do you want for dinner? I’ll go and make it for you.” She softened her


    attitude. This rarely happened.


    She was thinking that she should be taking good care of this patient since it was fundamentally why


    she came. It would be a problem if he suffered some long-term effects and threatened her and the


    children to stay with him forever.


    Stefan epted the offer unhesitatingly and named a list of dishes. “Lemon chicken feet, how I have


    been wanting to eat that for a long time. And steamed mussels with white wine, oh, and the wine must


    be Bordeaux’ 82. And crispy fried oysters. The oysters must the fresh. Don’t forget to remove the fishy


    taste with some cooking wine. And one more…”


    “That’s enough!” Renee was reaching the limit of her patience and said bitterly, “I will make those first.


    If I make too much, it will be wasted!”


    ‘What is wrong with this guy? Why does he make so many requests for just a meal? Is he trying to pull


    my leg?’


    Anyway, she was surprised that he actually knew so much about food.


    The only other man that she knew was very knowledgeable about food was, in fact, his nemesis, Mr. Q!


    But there was one ring difference: Mr. Q was the one who made all sorts of delicacies for her and


    the twins, but Stefan was the one who wanted to be served.


    Thus, it was needless to say who she should choose!