Justin's handsome face stiffened. Stunned, Justin accidentally dropped the piece of chicken into the hot oil.

The hot oil splattered onto his hand and arm, the pain jolting him back to reality. He said awkwardly, "Hey, Drew."

"Judging by how you're always making innuendos, you must be really good in bed, huh?"

Drew sneered, craning his neck to peek into the oil pot. "Well, I'm not sure whether Bella, the little glutton, smelled this. But I definitely followed the scent here. It smells like something's burning." Justin was startled and finally realized the chicken pieces he had put in earlier were still in the pot.

He hurriedly grabbed the skimmer. However, when he retrieved the chicken pieces, they had turned dark brown.

Justin's eyes filled with frustration. He recalled Wyatt's harsh comments the first time he tried his cooking.

The words echoed in his ears like a haunting melody.

force yourself into areas you're not good at. If you end up with blisters all over your hands, wouldn't Bella be the

to Justin. He bumped him aside with his hip.

in surprise. "Are you going to make

counting on you, my sister would only get

not get angry because Drew was right. He had overestimated his

timed it, and then stirred the oil. After a while, he took out the golden-brown chicken pieces. Justin stood by Drew, assisting and observing

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"Drew, sometimes I need

long eyelashes fluttered

Justin. "You'll get

task? The smell of oil even sticks around for days! You Know, sometimes you shouldn't spoil her that much. If she gets used to

on his lips. "It's alright. I'll do anything as long as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how

chicken! That smells so

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