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.

"Alright, I get your intention. But there's no need to force yourself into areas you're not good at. If you end up with blisters all over your hands, wouldn't Bella be the one upset about it?"

he spoke, Drew took off his coat, rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to

surprise. "Are you going to

on you, my sister

was right. He had

he skillfully put the chicken 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.

make it now?" Drew

Justin nodded. "Yes."

it in your head, but you don't actually know

sometimes I need a bit of

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 are

as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how

Fried chicken! That smells

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