After messing around for an hour, a few somewhat presentable dishes were finally served on the table.

Simple stir-frying dishes were fine, but once the difficulty increased, Justin found that he had no talent for cooking.

He even relied on Bella to supervise and instruct him throughout the process. If he tried to cook on his own, they would probably have to wait until midnight.

After the work was done, Justin's forehead was covered with sweat, and his white shirt was drenched.

Bella felt distressed as she looked at him, taking a tissue to wipe his sweat while pouting angrily. "Wyatt is so annoying. He has a bunch of cooks and Aunt Celeste, our beautiful residential chef, at home. Why did he have to stay for dinner and make things difficult for others?"

"Bella, you haven't seen Chairman Thompson for some time, and you asked him to stay to taste my cooking." Justin did not think it was troublesome. Instead, he enjoyed the cozy moment cooking with his beloved woman.

Bella blamed herself for speaking sarcastically, causing it to backfire on Justin instead. Her face flushed. "That was my anger speaking! Can't he tell?"

"It's okay, Bella."

Justin's arm wrapped around Bella's narrow waist, comforting her softly. "I've always wanted to do something for Chairman Thompson, even if it's just a simple dinner." "Are you trying to please him?"

Bella pressed her body close to him, her nose almost touching his. "Forget about it. He's impossible. Even if you bomb him with kindness, he might still show you a sour face. Besides, you don't have to do so. Who cares about him when we're together?"

"Ahem!"

coughed loudly, interrupting the couple's

old geezer is

you were going to make breakfast for

Justin was speechless.

shot back, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Apart from me, Justin has never cooked for anyone else. Stop complaining when

at a loss

Justin frowned and chuckled.

were indeed father and daughter. Their tone and mannerisms were the same, as if they were looking in

straightened his back, picked up his cutlery, and

the whole time, unable to feel his heartbeat. He held his breath as he waited for

to face his

"Is sauce free?"

there

overcooked. What

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