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.

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

he spoke, Drew took off his coat, rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to Justin. He bumped

in surprise. "Are

counting on you, my sister would only get charred chunks of

angry because Drew was right. He had

pieces into the 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, absorbed in

you know how to make it now?" Drew

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but you don't actually

"Drew, sometimes I need a bit

eyelashes

at Justin. "You'll get

who would bother with this messy and troublesome task? The smell of oil even sticks around

lips. "It's alright. I'll do anything as long as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how troublesome the task is."

chicken! That smells