Chapter 7
HERA POV
In the early morning, Hera awoke from her slumber, yawning and stretching her arm overhead. She removed the blanket, adjusting her pajamas that had slipped down one shoulder, revealing a hint of her cleavage. Hera rose from bed and made her way to the bathroom, where she filled the bathtub with warm water. She slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, revealing her pair of breasts snugly covered by a black bra. Carefully, she removed the upper part of her pajamas and placed it in the laundry basket. With a gentle hand, she lowered her pants, exposing her black underwear. She discarded her pants and stood before the mirror, admiring her sexy figure with tousled black bed hair. After washing her face, she unfastened her bra and removed it, followed by her underwear, neatly placing them aside.
Hera proceeded to cleanse herself with water, taking the soap and lathering it across her body. Starting with her arms, she rubbed the soap up and down before moving to her upper body, ensuring she was covered in a foamy layer of soap. She rinsed away the suds with water, leaving her pink jade skin glistening and radiant. Hera reached for the showerhead and turned it on, allowing the water to cascade over her beautiful black hair. With deliberate care, she washed her hair, starting from the roots and gently working her way down to the ends. She applied shampoo and massaged it into her scalp, ensuring that her hair was thoroughly coated. Once her hair was covered in shampoo, she rinsed it away, leaving her locks fresh and clean. She get up and see the bathtub had already been filled up.
She touched the water surface on the bathtub. 'warm..'
She nodded approvingly to herself before stepping into the tub. The warm water enveloped her feet, gradually rising to cover her lower body and then up to her shoulders, creating a soothing and relaxing sensation. She relaxed her body and looks up thinking about her grandson.
"I hope he doesn't overwork himself," Hera thought to herself. "During our first meeting, he seemed so innocent and vulnerable, like a little white bunny. My grandson was immediately drawn to him, especially with those adorable red eyes resembling a bunny. Zeus mentioned that Bell possesses a natural talent for magic, with his body surrounded by mana. Moreover, he discovered a peculiar grimoire, the origin of which remains a mystery to me. I've tried tracing its magic and history, but to no avail. However, it doesn't appear to be a harmful artifact, so perhaps it's best to put it out of my mind."
"Ah, that's right. I need to prepare breakfast for him," Hera reminded herself. "Ever since he started coming to my house last week, he has shown a genuine fondness for my cooking. I happily oblige and pamper him with my culinary creations." Hera rose from the bathtub and walked away, wrapping her body in a towel. She reached for another towel to dry her hair.
"This reminds me of when Bell asked me to teach him how to cook," she reflected. "I was taken aback at first, as it's not often that men express an interest in learning culinary skills. But when he explained his reasons, it warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but feel an urge to embrace him. His sincerity truly touched me." Hera's thoughts
Hera smiled thinking about all this " So this is family huh, it's been so long"
Standing before her wardrobe, Hera pondered over her choice of attire. With a swift decision, she opted for a comfortable and effortlessly elegant dress. She selected a pair of underwear and dressed herself in them, ensuring her comfort for the day ahead. She settled down in front of her mirror, gently combing through her hair. With each stroke, her fingers glided smoothly through the strands, untangling any knots and leaving her hair beautifully arranged. As she combed, she took a moment to admire her reflection, appreciating the way her hair framed her face with grace and sophistication.
Upon completing her hair care routine, Hera's gaze shifted towards her slightly disheveled bedroom. Seeing the towel hanging on the chair, she let out a sigh and resolved to tidy up the room. With a determined attitude, she began to organize and straighten things, restoring order and creating a clean and welcoming space. Hera opened her bedroom window, allowing the soft sunlight to pour into the room, illuminating every corner. The warm rays of light danced across her bedroom, casting a gentle glow on her surroundings. As the room brightened, a light smile graced Hera's face, embracing the uplifting ambiance and starting her day with a sense of joy and serenity.
With this, she goes to the kitchen with thought preparing breakfast. As Hera entered the kitchen, she was surprised to find her grandson already there, peering into the fridge. She considered asking if he was hungry, but her attention was quickly captured by his unexpected actions. Instead of selecting ready-made food, he reached for a piece of chicken meat and gathered various ingredients. Intrigued, Hera discreetly observed him from a distance.
Her grandson began chopping the meat into small pieces with skill and precision. Once he finished, he retrieved a bowl and proceeded to mix the ingredients together before adding the chicken. To Hera's astonishment, he employed a magical tool to aid in the process. Her curiosity grew, as she realized she had never taught him any of these techniques before.
Hera's mind was filled with questions about her grandson's newfound cooking skills. She wondered where he had learned such techniques and why he had taken an interest in cooking. It seemed unusual to witness a young boy preparing breakfast, but despite her initial surprise, Hera couldn't help but feel a sense of joy bubbling within her.
Although the situation was unconventional, seeing her grandson taking charge in the kitchen brought happiness to Hera's heart. It was a delightful reminder of how unexpected and wonderful life's surprises could be.
Hera observed her grandson with a mixture of concern and fascination as he grabbed a large pan. Her worry about Bell's well-being lingered in her mind, making her eager to ensure everything was alright. She watched closely as Bell poured vegetable oil into the pan and heated it.
Bell proceeded to carefully place all the pieces of chicken into the pan, sizzling as they made contact with the hot oil. Hera's eyes followed the transformation of the chicken as it turned into a beautiful golden brown color, indicating that it was perfectly cooked. She noticed the skilled way Bell handled the frying process, and her concerns gradually gave way to admiration.
Once satisfied with the cooking, Bell turned off the stove and removed the chicken from the pan. Hera observed him as he stirred it up, possibly adding seasoning or garnishing to enhance the dish. Intrigued by his culinary abilities, Hera couldn't help but be impressed by the sight before her.
Hera continued to watch Bell's culinary prowess from a distance, and the mouthwatering aroma of the chicken filled the air, causing her stomach to growl. Feeling slightly embarrassed by the sound, she glanced around to make sure no one else was present to witness it. Letting out a sigh of relief, Hera returned her attention to Bell.
She observed as Bell placed a plate on the table and positioned a larger plate in the center. With a beaming smile on his face, he carefully transferred the golden brown chicken onto the big plate. Hera's heart warmed at the sight, mirroring his joyful expression.
Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she spoke up, addressing Bell, "Is that for me?" Her eyes filled with anticipation, having observed his culinary process from the very beginning. I saw him startled.
"Eh, Grandma?". Bell said
"Yes? Sweetie?" I answered.
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Hera and Bell took their seats at the table, both eager to savor the homemade breakfast. Despite her curiosity about Bell's culinary creation, Hera couldn't resist the temptation any longer. The thought of her grandson preparing this meal for her filled her heart with warmth and affection.
She understood that when a grandchild puts in effort to cook for their grandparent, it is a special gesture that should never go to waste. Regardless of the outcome, whether the food turned out good or not, the act itself brought immense joy. The bond between grandparents and grandchildren is a precious one, and a simple act of cooking becomes a cherished memory that brings happiness to both parties involved.
With this understanding, Hera eagerly dove into the breakfast prepared by her grandson, savoring each bite with gratitude and love. The flavors on her tongue were accompanied by a sense of contentment that only a grandparent could truly comprehend.
"Let's eat" Hera
"Hm" nodded in agreement.
"Itadakimasu" Both of them said this
As they began to eat their breakfast, Hera took the first bite and was immediately overcome with joy and delight. The flavors danced on her palate, filling her mouth with deliciousness. Amazed by the taste, she looked over at her grandson, who attentively watched her enjoy his handcrafted meal.
"Is it good?" Bell on the other side watching his self-made breakfast eaten by Hera.
With a warm smile, Hera savored the food and swallowed, nodding in approval. "It's the best food I have ever tasted in my life," she exclaimed, expressing her genuine admiration to Bell.
Upon hearing her words, Bell's face lit up, a mixture of happiness and pride shining through. His smile widened as he responded, "I'm glad you like it, Grandma." He resumed eating his own breakfast, taking pleasure in sharing this special moment with her.
After they finished their breakfast, Hera gathered the plates and looked at Bell with a curious expression. She couldn't help but ask him why he had taken the initiative to cook breakfast instead of waiting for her to do so.
"Bell, why are you cooking breakfast and not waiting for me to cook?" Hera asked
Bell looked slightly downcast as he responded, "I wanted you to taste my cooking as well, Grandma. It's been a week since you've been making food for me, and I wanted to return the gesture. I'm sorry if it seemed strange to you that I made breakfast."
Hera's heart melted at Bell's heartfelt explanation. She couldn't resist the urge to express her love and appreciation for her grandson. She pulled him into a warm and tight hug, filled with affection and pride. "Oh, my dear Bell, it's not strange at all. In fact, it's the sweetest thing you could have done. I'm so proud of you, and I love you dearly," she whispered softly, her voice filled with warmth and adoration.
" I will take care of the plates first then let's start training" Hera
*Hm" Bell nodded
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