Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Feeling Guilty, Aren ‘t You?
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After taking a bite, Adrian Zhekova discovered that the fish soup had a lingering sweetness, which subtly emanated from the rich bean aroma, surprising and delighting his senses.
While he tasted the dish, Cindy Clarke had already cut open the chicken with a
pair of scissors.
As the chicken was cut open, the plums and lemons wrapped inside spilled out, their fragrance becoming even more pronounced without the chicken’s enclosure.
Awarding Morgan Clarke a large chicken leg, Adrian Zhekova took a piece close to the chicken breast.
This particular part was dry and hard to cook well, and it was an excellent showcase of one’s culinary skills.
Unexpectedly, the first bite revealed a crispy and paper-thin skin, toasted to perfection.
The caramel-colored skin carried the rich aroma of plum sauce.
The sauce had infiltrated the chicken, and together with the meat’s juices, it melted in the mouth.
Adrian Zhekova couldn’t believe that the chicken breast wasn’t dry at all but, instead, was juicy and paired well with the sweet and sour plums and lemon flavors, without being greasy.
It even had a taste reminiscent of summer.
Adrian Zhekova couldn’t help but smile and turned to Cindy Clarke, saying, “I take back what I said at noon – you will undoubtedly stand out in the competition.”
After hearing Morgan’s words in the afternoon, Adrian Zhekova now knew why Cindy Clarke didn’t want to show her face.
She was afraid her family would see her and cause her trouble.
She might not be afraid of trouble, but she didn’t want to get involved for no reason, especially now that she had Morgan Clarke.
She wasn’t afraid for herself, but she didn’t want Morgan to get hurt.
“Leave the matter of not showing your face after advancing to me,” said Adrian Zhekova.
Finally hearing his feedback, Cindy Clarke let out a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but complain, “Why didn’t you say it was delicious earlier? You deliberately kept me in suspense, making me worry that you didn’t find it tasty.”
Although it was a complaint, in Adrian Zhekova’s eyes, she seemed more like pouting, with a hint of coquettishness.
That glance made his heart itch.
Adrian Zhekova’s fingertips trembled, and his voice became slightly hoarse.
He covered his mouth with a cough, cleared his throat, and said, “It’s delicious,
I just didn’t expect that you were waiting for my review.”
Cindy Clarke muttered, “This meal is my treat for you, of course, I want to know if you like it.”
Adrian Zhekova couldn’t help but smile, “I like it very much.”
After dinner, Adrian Zhekova did not plan to stay any longer and excused himself.
Cindy Clarke also let out a sigh of relief.
Adrian Zhekova glanced over and saw Morgan Clarke gathering all the snacks Cindy had made for him, as if afraid that Adrian would snatch them away.
Noticing Adrian looking over, Morgan became instantly alert.
Adrian Zhekova curved his lips and asked, “Are all these snacks handmade by you? They’re delicious.”
Hearing this, Cindy Clarke politely said, “Do you like them? Why not take some with you?”
Adrian Zhekova looked at Morgan, who was tense, and then smiled and nodded, “Sure. I don’t usually like snacks, but yours are delicious.”
Naturally, Cindy Clarke was delighted to hear this and immediately packed up all the snacks for Adrian Zhekova to take away.
Adrian Zhekova then pretended to ask, “Now that I’ve taken them away, does that mean Morgan has none left?”
Morgan Clarke hurriedly nodded to Cindy:
Cindy Clarke laughed and said, “It’s okay; I can make some more for him.”
“Alright.” Adrian Zhekova immediately agreed, “After I finish these, can you make some more for me?”
Cindy Clarke hadn’t expected that Adrian Zhekova, who didn’t like snacks, was already thinking about what would happen after he finished eating. She said, “Of course, you can ask me anytime.”
Adrian Zhekova finally left, satisfied and carrying both the food and the snacks.
Morgan Clarke felt that Adrian Zhekova must have done it on purpose.
He could sense Adrian Zhekova’s deep malice towards him.
After watching Adrian Zhekova enter the elevator, Cindy Clarke closed the door.
She thought for a moment and then sent a message to Peggy Lewis on Whatsapp to tell her that she had already signed up for the Cooking Competition.
Next, she logged onto Facebook.
After just one day without checking, the voices questioning her fraud not only didn’t decrease, but they became more and more numerous. “Cain Velman has been silent all along; must be feeling guilty!”
Voices like this were also growing in number..
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