However, after Andrew drank this cup of iced tea, he found it was no different from a normal one.
It wasn’t like what people said on the internet, that water a beautiful woman had drunk from would beco like sweet dew.
As expected, everything on the internet is just bragging and nonsense.
Although he complained and grumbled in his heart, Andrew still finished the half-cup of iced tea without leaving a single drop.
After a while, Janet and Rockson also returned.
Rockson was about to start making lunch when Andrew quickly ran over and said politely, "Um, Uncle, I’ll handle making lunch today."
If Andrew had to eat another al filled with masala and seasonings, he felt his sense of taste would be completely destroyed.
But Rockson seed to want to show off a bit, "No, you guys go rest and play, I’ll do it. I didn’t expect you’d co back so late last night, so I didn’t prepare properly."
"..."
Andrew felt a chill run down his spine, My goodness, why does ’preparing properly’ sound so terrifying?
However, Scarlett didn’t want to eat her uncle’s cooking again either, so she walked over and took the ingredients Rockson had bought.
"Andrew and I can make lunch; Uncle, you go rest."
Andrew also quickly chid in, "Yes, yes, we’ll do it. You and Grandma rested for a while; it’s quite hot today anyway."
After saying that, he hurriedly followed Scarlett to the kitchen, fearing Rockson would insist on doing it.
Once in the kitchen, Andrew asked Scarlett while washing the ingredients, "Scar, who used to do the cooking in your family?"
Hearing this, Scarlett gave Andrew an annoyed glance and replied coldly, "My grandmother’s cooking didn’t used to be bad; it’s just that now she’s older, she likes heavy oil and salt."
"Oh."
Andrew nodded thoughtfully, thinking that was okay; otherwise, eating lunch while living in this house would truly be a form of suffering.
At least he already had a deep impression of Scarlett’s and Rockson’s culinary skills.
Scarlett didn’t say anything more, but she was secretly swearing in her heart, ’To think I’d be looked down upon by this Little Fellow! Once we get back, I’ll definitely study cooking properly.’
Originally, Scarlett hadn’t planned on learning to cook, but now that she seed to be looked down upon by Andrew, she refused to accept it.
’It’s just making a al! There are so many families in the world where soone cooks; how could she, a professor, not even be able to learn this!’
After washing the ingredients, Andrew started stir-frying while Scarlett focused on assisting him.
Cooking on a hot day is the most uncomfortable thing; it was hot and stuffy, and both of them had already started sweating continuously.
While handing things to Andrew, Scarlett helped him wipe his sweat, occasionally wiping her own as well.
After Andrew finished stir-frying, he tasted it with chopsticks and then gave Scarlett a taste. Only after she felt it was good did he turn off the heat.
As Andrew was about to start the next dish, Scarlett suddenly stopped him, "Wait a mont, let help you tie the apron. Oil stains on clothes are hard to wash out."
Scarlett brought the apron and put it on Andrew, then wrapped her arms around his waist.
While tying the knot, she took the opportunity to hug him for a while.
Being hugged so intimately by Scarlett, Andrew’s face couldn’t help but turn a bit red. He also felt the sweaty sensation from Scarlett, and her body fragrance seed to beco even more pleasant.
’I really want to hug Scar, bend her, and fucked her here...
This thought popped into Andrew’s mind, but he ultimately gave it up.
They were currently cooking; it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to take the opportunity to fuck her while she was helping him tie the apron.
Anyway, he can fuck her anyti he wants, so he didn’t care it about now.
Their intimate interaction was all seen by Janet and Rockson outside the kitchen.
Initially, seeing how stuffy the kitchen was, Rockson wanted to go help, but he was stopped by Janet.
Now he felt that not going over to disturb them was the right choice, "Mom, I think this boy Andrew and Little Scar are quite a good match."
"It’s useless for you to say they’re a match; what matters most is that Little Scar likes him."
Although Janet said this, the smile on her face already showed her inner joy.
She was already over seventy; as long as her Little Scar was happy, nothing else mattered.
"By the way, Mom, I ran into Daniel Carter on my way back this morning. I ignored him, but he was thick-skinned enough to have the nerve to greet ," Rockson suddenly said.
Hearing this, the smile on Janet’s face faded quite a bit, "He’s probably here for Little Scar again."
"If that bastard dares to co looking for Little Scar, I’ll definitely break his bones."
"Forget it, there’s no need to ntion him; anyway, Little Scar doesn’t like him."
After Janet finished speaking, she brushed aside the topic and said to Rockson, "And another thing, stop bragging about your cooking. I didn’t think what you made last night was that great either."
"Is it really that bad? My friend really is a chef."
"Why don’t you look at how his business is doing?"
At first, Rockson thought Janet was exaggerating, but when he tasted the lunch Andrew made, he was truly convinced. He also understood why Scarlett had given such a poor evaluation of the al he made last night.
No wonder this brat could land a catch like Little Scar; it turns out he won her over with food.
After lunch, Rockson secretly found Andrew and asked him for cooking tips.
Andrew didn’t even know how to answer, "How should I say this? It naturally tastes better the more you do it."
But Rockson didn’t believe him, thinking soone in Andrew’s family must be a five-star chef, "Hey, there must be a trick. Tell , I won’t tell anyone else."
"But there really isn’t any trick."
Seeing that Andrew still wouldn’t talk, Rockson began to use coercion and inducent, "Kid, don’t be so distant. You like our Little Scar, don’t you? I watched Little Scar grow up. If you want to marry her in the future, you’ll still need my consent."
Hearing this, Andrew imdiately started his own calculations, "Then Uncle, do you know what Scarlett’s hobbies or preferences are?"
Hearing this, Rockson thought Andrew was willing to talk, and a devious smile appeared on his face, "Of course I know. I’ll tell you Little Scar’s preferences, and you teach how to cook."
"Deal, deal."
The two of them went back and forth, feeling very much like two unscrupulous rchants colluding together.
Just as they were about to exchange information, Scarlett suddenly appeared behind Andrew.
’Cough!!!’
A light cough startled Andrew so much he almost jumped and hit the ceiling.
Seeing that things weren’t right, Rockson quickly explained with a laugh and prepared to slip away, "Ahaha, you guys have fun. I have sothing to do, so I’ll be going now."
After saying that, Rockson fled the scene.
Looking at him, Andrew cried out in his heart: ’Holy crap, he slipped away too fast! People in business really are all unscrupulous rchants!’
Looking at Scarlett’s frost-cold face, Andrew gave a silly laugh, "Hehe."
But Scarlett didn’t laugh. Her face darkened, and she radiated a murderous aura, causing Andrew to gradually stop his grinning and lower his head to apologize in a low voice.
"Scar, I was wrong." When in doubt, admit fault first.
This was sothing Andrew had learned from his dad; every ti Andrew’s mom, Alexa, got angry, John would admit fault first, no matter what.
"What were you wrong about?"
"I don’t know."
Andrew answered so righteously that Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh out of anger.
"Then why are you admitting fault?"
"Hehe, isn’t it just to make sure you don’t get angry, Scar?"
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