Karen sprained her ankle and couldn't move much. She couldn't cook, but she didn't eat much that night.
Kevin offered to cook. Karen sat on the sofa in the living room while she was spying on him occasionally.
He was in his home clothes, then he put on a loose outer, paired with Karen's cartoon-printed apron.
Because he was very tall, her apron was especially small on his body, which looked a little funny.
This was the first time that Kevin had cooked on his own since they got married.
It could be seen from his look that he had never done these things before.
Seeing that he had been busy for a long time and had not made any progress, Karen was a little anxious. She moved towards the kitchen limpingly and said, "Kevin, why don't I do it?"
Kevin looked back at her and
