A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287 You Do Not Deserve Them

“What’s the deal with Giada and the snake, anyway?” Fiona rubbed the salve over her feet as she whispered to Amelie. She didn’t think Amelie left the snake in the tent.

“Not sure,” Amelie answered nonchalantly before she looked at Giada and Ellen.

Ellen was still shivering like a scared kitten, her eyes filled with tears. If anyone tried to scare her a little, she would cry. However, Giada was now being friendly to her.

“That Ellen girl seems wrong in the head,” Fiona muttered. Everyone can see that at this point. “We’re in a show. No matter the grudge, nobody would show it during the shoot. Only cuckoos do that.”

Amelie froze for a moment. She had the same guess a while ago and now, Fiona was voicing it. Amelie looked at her.

Fiona came over and held her hand. “I’m just saying that Mr. Alston treats you differently than he does most people.”

“Thank you.” Amelie didn’t share Fiona’s thoughts, but she still appreciated the reminder.

“Let’s go. We have some tea leaves to fry.” Fiona held Amelie’s hand and led her into the teamaking room.

The staff had already set up a big pan. To make sure the teamaking was fully traditional, the teamaker was using open fire. They heated their quality charcoal until they were red before tossing it into the stove. “We only hand-picked quality charcoal to ensure they won’t create smoke or any odor. That’d affect the tea leaves’ texture.”

This activity was new for the contestants, and they listened intently. Once the teamaker was done with the explanation, everyone was given a pair of gloves. Amelie and Fiona then retrieved their tea leaves.

After the dehydration earlier, the leaves were feeling soft and they were radiating the refreshing aroma of tea.

“They’ll smell better if you dehydrate them more.” The teamaker poured the leaves into the pan and taught the ladies how to fry them.

Amelie started going through the process. The high heat from the pan was starting to make her sweat but fortunately, her mask was preventing anyone from noticing that.

Leo didn’t take part in the teamaking. He stood in the distance, his eyes on Amelie. She was less than half the size of the pan and her oversized gloves looked overwhelming compared to her slender arms. Even though she was wearing a mask, he could still see her beautiful eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Her attention was on her leaves, her lips pursed. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he could imagine it looking red and sweaty.