Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 48 - : Feeling Guilty, Aren โ€˜t You?

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Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Feeling Guilty, Aren โ€˜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 chickenโ€™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 oneโ€™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 meatโ€™s juices, it melted in the mouth. fre ewebno vel.com

Adrian Zhekova couldnโ€™t believe that the chicken breast wasnโ€™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 couldnโ€™t help but smile and turned to Cindy Clarke, saying, โ€œI take back what I said at noon โ€“ you will undoubtedly stand out in the competition.โ€

After hearing Morganโ€™s words in the afternoon, Adrian Zhekova now knew why Cindy Clarke didnโ€™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 didnโ€™t want to get involved for no reason, especially now that she had Morgan Clarke.

She wasnโ€™t afraid for herself, but she didnโ€™t want Morgan to get hurt.

โ€œLeave the matter of not showing your face after advancing to me,โ€ said Adrian Zhekova.

Finally hearing his feedback, Cindy Clarke let out a sigh of relief and couldnโ€™t help but complain, โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you say it was delicious earlier? You deliberately kept me in suspense, making me worry that you didnโ€™t find it tasty.โ€

Although it was a complaint, in Adrian Zhekovaโ€™s eyes, she seemed more like pouting, with a hint of coquettishness.

That glance made his heart itch.

Adrian Zhekovaโ€™s fingertips trembled, and his voice became slightly hoarse.

He covered his mouth with a cough, cleared his throat, and said, โ€œItโ€™s delicious,

I just didnโ€™t expect that you were waiting for my review.โ€

Cindy Clarke muttered, โ€œThis meal is my treat for you, of course, I want to know if you like it.โ€

Adrian Zhekova couldnโ€™t help but smile, โ€œI like it very much.โ€

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, โ€œAre all these snacks handmade by you? Theyโ€™re delicious.โ€

Hearing this, Cindy Clarke politely said, โ€œDo you like them? Why not take some with you?โ€ ๐’ป๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐‘๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐˜ฆ๐‘™.๐’ธ๐‘œ๐˜ฎ

Adrian Zhekova looked at Morgan, who was tense, and then smiled and nodded, โ€œSure. I donโ€™t usually like snacks, but yours are delicious.โ€

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, โ€œNow that Iโ€™ve taken them away, does that mean Morgan has none left?โ€

Morgan Clarke hurriedly nodded to Cindy:

Cindy Clarke laughed and said, โ€œItโ€™s okay; I can make some more for him.โ€

โ€œAlright.โ€ Adrian Zhekova immediately agreed, โ€œAfter I finish these, can you make some more for me?โ€

Cindy Clarke hadnโ€™t expected that Adrian Zhekova, who didnโ€™t like snacks, was already thinking about what would happen after he finished eating. She said, โ€œOf course, you can ask me anytime.โ€

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 Zhekovaโ€™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 didnโ€™t decrease, but they became more and more numerous. โ€œCain Velman has been silent all along; must be feeling guilty!โ€

Voices like this were also growing in number..

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