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.

your intention. But there's no need to force yourself into areas you're not good at. If you end up with blisters all over your hands, wouldn't Bella

coat, rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to Justin. He bumped him aside with his hip. "Move over. Don't

widened in surprise. "Are you

sister

not get angry because Drew was right. He

pot, checked his watch, carefully 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 intently,

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smiled wryly. "Drew, sometimes I need

eyelashes fluttered

Justin. "You'll get

troublesome task? The smell of oil even sticks around

do anything as long as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how troublesome the task is." "Hmph! I hope it's

chicken! That smells

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