The Demon's Angelic Love

The next morning, Azren was busy cooking his breakfast in the kitchen. Michy told him not to wake him up in the morning because he wanted to have more sleep, so he didn't bother to cook more portions for the silver-haired idol.

Perhaps the idol would just skip breakfast and would go straight for lunch later. He would need to cook lunch, but not now.

Ever since he was in the human world to do his mission two days ago, he could feel the hunger in his system, and he had quite a huge appetite. Human food was delicious, and he was tempted to try many kinds of food. Sometimes he couldn't even stop himself from eating lots of food until his stomach protruded.

Azren was cooking fried rice right now, and the reason was that fried rice was easy to cook in the morning like this. It was all thanks to his human brain that gave him much information about human food.

And it was also thanks to his stomach. His stomach was not picky, and as long as the food could satisfy it, then the food was good.

"Oh, so you are cooking for yourself now?"

Azren, who was still busy in front of the electric stove, flinched in surprise upon hearing the question. He immediately turned around and to his surprise, he found Michy frowning at him just a few meters ahead of him.

'Why did he wake up at this time? Didn't he say that he would wake up late today?'

Azren was puzzled, but then he realized that something was not right with the idol. He just noticed the boy's cold attitude earlier, and he was sure that Michy was in his evil mode again now. Perhaps his evil side wanted to wake up earlier than the nice side?

Azren couldn't be sure of that. Michy's dual personality remained a mystery for him.

"You told me that you didn't want to wake up early today, so I didn't cook breakfast for you. I'm sorry, but I only cook for myself," the demons replied while glancing at the stove behind him and realizing that his food was ready to serve now. He immediately turned off the electric stove before turning his head to the idol again.

This time, the idol had his arms crossing in front of his chest. Azren knew that Michy was getting more irritated right now.

"What are you cooking?" The idol asked as he tried to sneak a peek at Azren's cooking that was still on the stove.

"I'm just cooking fried rice," the demon answered calmly.

To his surprise, he could see Michy's eyes shining upon hearing his answer. "I like fried rice," he said. "Put it on a plate so I can eat it right away."

Azren was still wordless as he saw Michy heading to the kitchen island. The idol was already sitting on the stools when Azren finally managed to find his voice again.

"I cooked fried rice with vegetables only, Michy. I didn't put any meat or seafood into it."

Michy looked up at him while raising an eyebrow. "So what?" He asked coldly. "Just put some meats or seafood into it, and everything will be good for me."

Azren didn't want to let go of his food for the idol. He was hungry too, and he wanted to eat his delicious meals too!

Yes, miraculously, he had amazing cooking skills, and he was able to cook delicious food. And today he wasn't willing to let go of his fried rice because he had cooked it with all his heart and love!

Azren cried inwardly after hearing Michy's words, but he still had a hidden weapon up his sleeve.

"I put a lot of vegetables in my fried rice. You don't like vegetables, do you? You better not eat my food. You might want to order some food from the restaurant?" The blonde tried to bargain, but all he got was a glare from the pair of cerulean eyes.

"You are my assistant, but you won't let me eat the food you cook? You dare to give me orders?"

Michy was angry, and his tone raised automatically. Azren winced a bit when he heard the harsh questions.

"I didn't mean to give you orders!" The demon defended himself as he flailed his hands in front of his chest. "I just thought that you wouldn't like my cooking. I won't dare to give you orders, Michy!"

Azren was panicked. Would the idol fire him and kick him out of the house today? He did know that Michy was in his evil mode this morning, but he still dared to cause trouble with the arrogant idol. It was his fault.

"It's your job to get the vegetables out of the fried rice. You still want to be my assistant, right?"

Michy was having an upper hand as always, and Azren knew that he wouldn't be able to win against the young idol.

Just look at the bitchy face of Michy! How could a teenager have a piercing gaze and flat expression like that? He looked like a psychopath, and the demon got goosebumps.

Who was the real demon here? Azren was the demon, but he felt that Michy was even more ruthless than the Demon King. He cursed his misfortune that got him involved with a heartless idol.

Even though he couldn't stop grumbling in his heart, Azren still nodded his head and headed to the fridge immediately. He took out some seafood from the freezer and turned to the idol again.

"I put the seafood in the freezer, so it will take some time before I can cook them."

The seafood in his hand was frozen, and he indeed needed some time before he could cook them. Even so, he secretly hoped that the idol would change his mind and would leave his fried rice to him again.

But, to his dismay, he could hear the idol answer firmly, "It's okay.. I can wait until the seafood is ready to cook."