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?"

rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to Justin. He bumped him aside with his hip. "Move over. Don't

surprise. "Are you going to make

we're counting on you, my sister would only get charred

was right. He had overestimated his

pot, checked his watch, carefully timed it, and then stirred the oil.

how to make it now?" Drew asked

Justin nodded. "Yes."

got it in your head, but you don't actually know how to do

"Drew, sometimes I need

it weren't for Bella 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

as long as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how troublesome the task is."

chicken! That smells so

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