“Oh my, Zeke!” Melissa’s heart broke as she watched. She screamed, “Oil isn’t free, you know!”

However, Zuko stared at her blankly, his face devoid of expression.

“Quickly!” She slapped his back. “Pour the oil from the pan into the bowl…”

Zuko, as if in a daze, held the pan in one hand and the bowl in the other, unsure of what to do.

“Oh gosh! Get out!” Melissa snatched the bowl and pan away. “If this continues, I might lose my kitchen…”

Like a puppet, Zuko was chased out of the kitchen by Melissa.

Her words echoed in his head.

He suddenly said, “Auntie, did you mean what you said?”

Melissa widened her eyes. “What did I say?”

“Replace our fake marriage certificate with a real one…”

“Go, go, go!” Although anger still lingered on Melissa’s face, there was a smile at the corner of her lips. “But pay me back for the olive oil first!”

the kitchen door, ushering Zuko

walked to

looked up at the blue sky. It was sunny, and the fragrance of summer filled

that moment, he burst into laughter, unable to

regretted not getting a real marriage certificate from the start. Why hadn’t he done it? Now

it’s for

were practically strangers. Marrying a

getting to know each other, Zuko would blend in better with the family. Everything would happen naturally by

and a

duration my

whistling, a rare sight, with a bright smile on his

multiple times, but he didn’t notice it. Eventually, he felt a vibration in his

from the other side when he picked up. “Did you get into trouble, bro? It took you so long

“No,” Zuko replied flatly.

no trouble—he was

incident is creating a buzz on the Internet. Violet’s reputation is hard to

“Hmm, good.”

Toph said with a

Zuko said in a deep voice. “Besides, we can’t reveal everything at

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255