Can’t Win Me Back

Jasper’s face stiffened, and in his panic, the chicken pieces in his hand dropped into the oil pan with a thud.

Splashes of oil flew onto his hands and arms, causing him pain. He suddenly regained his senses and awkwardly parted his lips. “Axel.”

“Do you always talk dirty like this?”

Axel lightly scoffed and craned his neck to peek into the oil pan. “I don’t know if Lyse smelled it or not, but I did come because of the smell. It smells like something’s burned.”

Jasper was startled, and then he realized that he hadn’t taken out the chicken pieces he had put into the pan earlier.

He hurriedly grabbed a slotted spoon. But by the time he retrieved them, the chicken pieces had turned brown.

Jasper’s eyes drooped with frustration. Suddenly, he remembered the series of “fails” Winston had said when he first tasted Jasper’s cooking. That voice was still ringing in his ears.

“Forget it. I understand your intentions. You don’t have to force yourself to do something you’re not good at. If you scald your hands with blisters, Lyse will be the one feeling sorry for you.”

sleeves, and stood next to Jasper. With his bottom, he pushed

surprise. “You’re

cooking, Lyse will only

wasn’t angry at all because what Axel said was true. He had

washing his hands, Axel skillfully put the chicken pieces into the pan. He glanced at his watch, carefully counted the seconds, and then stirred the pot before taking out the chicken

assisting him and earnestly learning.

now?” Axel asked

Jasper nodded. “Yeah.”

it, but I bet

bitterly. “Axel, I also need a little encouragement

a few more times,

smell of oil lingers for days! Don’t spoil her