Reborn Through Fire

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 670

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 670

Chapter 670 Fireworks

She muttered in a low voice, yet Gilbert still heard

everything clearly.

The man smiled, his eyebrow raised as he grabbed

another sheet.

He took another spoonful of filling and put them onto the wrapper. A few deft finger movements later, a filled, very nice–looking tortelloni appeared before everyone.

Kisa was totally stunned. “You learned how to make that

before?”

“Do you even need to learn this? Just stuff that you can

pick up with a glance. The man said so proudly and gleefully.

Kisa snorted, “Well, well, aren’t you capable.”

“Daddy, teach me how to make a bunny.”

“I want to make a tortoise.”

Blake hesitated for a few seconds before chiming in, ” Uncle Gilbert, teach me how to make a cat, please.”

The three children immediately surrounded Gilbert.

Gilbert frowned and was speechless. “A bunny? Tortoise? A… cat?”

Seeing the man’s confused look, Kisa could not help but add salt to the wound, “Didn’t you just claim to be omnipotent? Aren’t those things you’ll know with just a glance?”

“How are these animals the same as ravioli?”

“What’s the difference? You can make them with dough.” Kisa smiled back at him. ‘Just see how you are still gleeful

after this.‘

Ada was excited. “Daddy, I want to make a bunny!”

Blake wanted a cat, and Andrew wanted a tortoise.

Kisa smiled teasingly, “The children have high expectations of you. You are the person that knows anything and everything in their eyes. So, don’t you disappoint them.”

She wanted to see this man embarrass himself.

Gilbert could tell what she was thinking and immediately took out his phone. “Just you wait. I’ll teach them how to make small animals soon enough.”

With a few presses, some videos of making small animals with dough appeared.

Kisa smiled and helpfully divided the large piece of dough into smaller ones for the children.

The children were engrossed in making small animals. novelbin

After they were done with making the tortoise, rabbit, and cat, they wanted to make other animals as well.

Gilbert then found a few other tutorials on his phone and

made all sorts of animals.

She had to admit Gilbert was indeed smart. He could

make those animals just by looking at the tutorial, and they really look the part too.

Blake’s handiwork was good too, and his cat was pretty

cute.

Ada’s work was average.

Andrew’s was a total disaster.

With the children all making animals instead of ravioli,

Kisa could only roll out the dough and make them herself.

She was worried they were hungry.

She made about twenty pieces and went to cook them. Along the way, she also took the animal– shaped pasta

sheets and steamed them as well.

Time passed very quickly, and by the time the ravioli were ready to serve, the bell rang 12 o’clock midnight.

A burst of fireworks suddenly rang out outside the

window.

The brilliant light illuminated the entire place.

For a moment, the children put down the dough and ran

to the window to watch the fireworks.

Kisa too quickly turned off the stove and ran to the

window.

Her place was in the middle of the city, and the fireworks

were set off at the center of the largest square there.

From her location, one could clearly see the fireworks.

The children were engrossed.

The dazzling fireworks looked extremely beautiful as they reflected off their faces.

Kisa looked at them; for some reason, her eyes inexplicably felt teary.

This was the happiest Christmas Eve in her life.

Even when she was young, even when she had her mother with her making ravioli, her mother’s depression would often make the atmosphere dour, and it was never

warm nor beautiful as it was at this moment.

The light of the fireworks reflected on her face, and the trail of tears in the corner of her eyes was visible.

Gilbert slowly walked behind her and looked up as he

watched the brilliant fireworks as she did. Amidst the

sound of the fireworks exploding, his low voice rumbled

above her head.

“We’ll spend the coming Christmas Eves together.”

The sentence was like a gentle whisper and also a resolute promise.

Kisa lowered her gaze and did not respond.

They had too many entanglements between them, and there were far too many variables in the future. Kisa could not give him a proper response.

On the third day after the New Year, Davian sent word that he had found the whereabouts of the two female

jailers.