“Oh my, Zeke!” Melissa’s heart broke as she watched. She screamed, “Oil isn’t free, you know!”

However, Zuko stared at her blankly, his face devoid of expression.

“Quickly!” She slapped his back. “Pour the oil from the pan into the bowl…”

Zuko, as if in a daze, held the pan in one hand and the bowl in the other, unsure of what to do.

“Oh gosh! Get out!” Melissa snatched the bowl and pan away. “If this continues, I might lose my kitchen…”

Like a puppet, Zuko was chased out of the kitchen by Melissa.

Her words echoed in his head.

He suddenly said, “Auntie, did you mean what you said?”

Melissa widened her eyes. “What did I say?”

“Replace our fake marriage certificate with a real one…”

“Go, go, go!” Although anger still lingered on Melissa’s face, there was a smile at the corner of her lips. “But pay me back for the olive oil first!”

the kitchen door, ushering

Zuko walked

looked up at the blue sky. It was sunny,

that moment, he burst into laughter,

a real marriage certificate from the start. Why hadn’t he done it? Now he had more work

it’s for the

Lina were practically

of getting to know each other, Zuko would blend in better with the family. Everything would happen naturally by

year and a

the duration my

a rare sight, with a bright smile on his

times, but he didn’t notice it. Eventually, he felt a vibration in his

from the other side when he picked up. “Did you get into

“No,” Zuko replied flatly.

no trouble—he was

to do. The incident

“Hmm, good.”

heard Jacob still has more dirt on Violet,” Toph said with a smile. “Should we expose it and

reveal everything at once. We need to take it slow. How can we have leverage

his brother, “You’re cunning, bro. I see traces of our

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