StarNovelMany ingredients were still whole and needed to be chopped into small pieces for the broth. Chloe wasn't much of a cook, but she sure knew her way around a knife. So, she grabbed a large chef's knife and headed to the cutting board. She took hold of a prepared chicken and was about to chop it down without a second thought.
Connor grabbed her arm, "What are you doing?" Chloe frowned, "Helping you out." Connor frowned back, "You don't need to do this. Just gather sfirewood for me." Chloe huffed, "What's the big deal? I'm chopping a chicken, not you." "I'm not worried about you chopping me," Connor replied.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Chloe wasn't listening. She elbowed Connor aside, twirling the chef's knife in her hand, creating sparks like lightning. Five minutes later...
Connor stared at the cutting board, speechless. There lay a perfectly separated chicken - bones, skin, and chopped meat.
[Holy smokes! Chloe's knife skills are insane. She must have practiced a ton!] [She's so cool!] [Chicken: If I knew I'd be chopped this finely, I would've stayed an egg] [Mr. Connor's expression is priceless, his eyes nearly popped out] Connor was indeed taken aback but quickly composed himself, "Where did you learn all this?" He knew Chloe was talented in various areas-making perfumes, playing Go, dancing, even Taekwondo-but he had no idea her knife skills were this extraordinary. Clearly, she had trained intensively. Chloe simply shrugged, "None of your business." "I asked for chopped chicken, not deboning. Why did you take the bones out?" Chloe had deboned the chicken with such precision and fluidity that it was both impressive and slightly eerie, especially given the excited look on her face while she did it.
Chloe suddenly realized her mistake. Right, she was only asked to chop it up. She looked a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, got carried away." Her bright eyes fixed on Connor, "Anything else you need chopped?" Meanwhile, Juztin was frying meatballs. He expertly scooped meatballs from the seasoned mince and dropped them into the hot oil Once they were golden and crispy, he'd take them out to drain on a plate. But Faith, standing beside him, was eating each one as soon as was ready.
After a while, Juztin looked at the empty plate, puzzled, "Did I not fry anything?" Barrett and Diana seemed extra harmonious, chatting and laughing together. Occasionally, there were small intimate gestures. But when Diana noticed that Connor didn't even glance her way as she wiped sweat from Barrett's forehead, her mood took a nosedive.
After a few hours of hard work, everyone, except for Chloe's group, had pretty much wrapped up their tasks. The others had made relatively simple dishes-fried meatballs, sweet pork, and grill
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmeel. But Connor's dish was far more complicated. Just simmering the base broth took six hours, followed Επ.
by numerous other intricate steps.
Everyone started eating. Connor was still at the stove. Everyone took a nap. Connor had just sealed them ingredients and began steaming them. Another long six hours. When everyone woke up, Connor was adding firewood to the stove. It was dark out.
Finally, Connor stood up. His Surf and Turf was ready. Even beforem opening the pot, the air was filled with an incredibly rich aroma. Ashburn > X
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