Chapter 281: Packing food
"Put everything downstairs, Quizen!" Zaque called out to the fourth husband, his hand gripping the wooden railing on the bottom of the stairs.
"In a minute!" Quizen answered, then soon followed by the sound of something crashing and falling.
Zaque’s eyebrows furrowed in worry, but he didn’t have enough time to dwell on it because the sound of the oven signaling him that the bread was done baking echoed in the air.
"Hurry up! Coco will be arriving any minute now!" Zaque exclaimed before he left the stairs and rushed towards the oven.
Zaque pulled open the oven, revealing two perfectly roasted loaves of bread, the surface of the loaves was a deep golden brown, the top lightly crusted with a crispy texture— just the perfect texture that makes Coco smile every time she takes a bite.
A soft, warm fragrance wafted through the air, the scent of freshly baked bread tantalizing and inviting, spreading across the house.
Zaque slipped on the oven mitts and carefully extracted each loaf from the oven, the bread still warm to the touch as he set them down on the cooling rack on top of the kitchen counter.
The fabric protected his hands from the heat of the bread as he pulled the bread out, his movements were delicate, his touch gentle.
The bread was still steaming, the heat radiating from the loaves making the air around him warm and it was enough to make Zaque imagine what Coco’s reaction would be once she saw the sandwich Heiren will pack.
"Heiren! The loaves are done! Come and help me pack these up!" Zaque screamed, calling out to the second husband.