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.

there's no need to force yourself into areas you're not good at. If you end up

and stood next to Justin. He bumped him aside with his hip. "Move over. Don't

surprise. "Are

we're counting on you, my sister would only get

did not get angry because Drew was right.

stirred the

know how to make

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got it in your head, but you don't actually know

"Drew, sometimes

long eyelashes fluttered

glanced at Justin.

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

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

chicken! That smells so

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