The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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.

at. If you end up with blisters all over your hands, wouldn't Bella be the one

coat, rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to Justin.

surprise. "Are you going to make

my sister

because Drew was right. He

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

you know how to make it now?" Drew asked without looking

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

wryly. "Drew, sometimes I need

long eyelashes

Justin.

before I got it right too. If it weren't for Bella loving it who would bother with this messy and troublesome 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 it, she'll demand you to cook all the time. What

likes it. It doesn't matter how troublesome

Fried chicken! That smells