Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 112

Chapter 112 A Dad Who Can’t Cook is Not a Qualified Dad

In the garden, a maid twisted her neck stiffly, but her body twisted to the other side strangely, as if she was not quite used to it.

But she quickly adjusted again, her head and body were in the same direction.

Her hands made a movement of holding something, as if she was used to it, and after a while she reacted and put her hands down again.

I don’t know if it is because she is not used to it, she picked up another flower basket, and then she showed a satisfied smile. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Kellen, who was walking in front, seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned around, only to see a maid holding a flower basket and a branch scissors in the garden.

She quietly went to do her own thing with the flower basket in her arms.

Kellen narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that he couldn’t tell what was

wrong.

If he had seen the head-holding female ghost before, he would be able to recognize that the maid’s movements were exactly the same at this moment from the subtle differences in her movements. Too bad he can’t

see hell.

It turned out that Susie’s kick just now kicked the female ghost into the maid’s body by mistake.

Kellen took Susie back to the house, and the interrupted speech did not

continue.

Alana said: “Susie, are you hungry? Grandma …

”

She was about to tell grandma to cook something delicious for you, but she changed her voice and said, “Grandma asked your father to cook for you.”

A qualified father must have superb cooking skills. Otherwise, how to raise children?

Kellen raised his eyebrows: “Are you sure?”

When he held a knife with these two hands, he only cut people. Then, he saw the Murray family collectively looking over, as if a certain tacit understanding had been formed at this moment.

Kellen was speechless.

Susie made a gesture of cheering with both hands, and said, “Come on, Dad!”

Kellen hooked her lips: “Okay.”

His good daughter has said it, so he will definitely do it.

There is nothing difficult about cooking. Arrange the ingredients and throw them into the pot, and remove them when they are cooked.

Kellen tugged at the collar, undid a button.

It was only then that Martin noticed that Kellen was wearing a shirt and trousers today, which was very formal and slightly different from his usual informal style, which showed that he took this meeting very seriously

Uncle Rating: +1.

Craig who just discovered this detail: Barely +1 point.

Alana said: “There are three chickens in the kitchen, you can do it.”

Kellen nodded while rolling up his sleeves, “Simple.”

Alana said again: “Susie likes to eat eggplant, eggplant is not easy to make, you can’t just ask Ada.”

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“Other kitchens can cook whatever they have. For a family of more than a dozen people, they can cook about 18 dishes.”

Kellen looked suspicious.

Are there so many dishes in one meal?

Think about when he was in the Morton family, he was cooked by those rough men, one dish was cooked in one pot, one soup had four dishes. and that was it.

Kellen walked across the small yard between the main house and the kitchen to the kitchen.

Wade whispered: “Susie, let’s go up!”

He couldn’t find the female ghost, so he felt restless.

Susie was not at ease, so she ran to the kitchen and said. “Wait! I’m going to see Dad!”

in the kitchen.

Ada handed Kellen a bib and asked. “Need a hand?”

Seeing Susie running in, Kellen changed the words he was about to blurt: “No.”

In front of his daughter, he must show his majestic side as a father.

Kellen lifted the chicken out easily.

Kellen took the kitchen knife and turned it around like a pen, which scared Ada to stop in front of Susie, for fear that the knife would fly out.

Seeing that Susie covered her eyes, he moved quickly.

Seeing this, Alana, who was watching not far away, curled her lips: “I thought he wouldn’t, but it seems to be okay.”

Martin: +1 point.

Craig: +1 point.

The rest of the Murray family: +0.5.

Michael felt that killing a chicken would be too cool, so he barely gave it a 0.5.

Behind the old tree, a maid holding a flower basket seemed to be

frightened, her pupils constricted violently, and the flower basket in her hand fell with a clatter.