Chapter 379 They Cooked by Themselves
"Martin, are you really shredding these potatoes?"
Nancy sighed again as she held the shredded potatoes that were as big as her fingertips. And these shredded potatoes were uneven in shape and size.
Martin laughed awkwardly.
"Well... This will make do."
He didn't dare let a child as young as Nancy hold the knife, so he decided to take the knife and cut these vegetables. As expected, he didn't manage to cut any of the ingredients to a normal size. He even nearly cut his fingertips as he scrambled to cut these ingredients with the knife.
Then, when he started to fry the vegetables...
"Oil! Oil! ... You haven't even put in the oil yet!"
"Martin, that's not salt! It's sugar!"
"Put in less vinegar. Otherwise, the dish will be sour."
Finally, Nancy couldn't take it anymore. She pushed Martin away, who was fumbling and almost jumping up and down. Then, she rolled up her sleeves and tried to cook the food herself.
"Give me that." She said in a commanding tone.
Nancy had a serious look on her small face. Then she picked up a spatula and began to cook, which was in contrast to Martin scrambling around in the kitchen.
Martin felt speechless.
Fine! Nancy was currently the host in the house.
Nancy was not only a skilled cook, but her stir-fried dishes smelled so good.
The potatoes were cut into uneven pieces, sort of chips. Then, she used those chips to braise the chicken thighs. After she reduced the sauce down, both the color of the chicken thighs and the color of the potatoes looked particularly beautiful.
"It smells so good! Let me taste it."
Martin couldn't wait to pick up the chips with his chopsticks and taste them. The chips were soft and fully flavored. The chicken thighs were soft and tender, and their color looked very attractive. He could easily stick his chopsticks into the meat.
"Delicious!"
Martin didn't expect Nancy's cooking skills to be so amazing!
Nancy raised her chin slightly and said, "I'm good at cooking!"
Martin praised, "That's right. Given your cooking skills, you could open a restaurant."
"Wow, I want to eat this dish. Nancy is so awesome!"
"Martin really can't do anything but eat."
"Nonsense! He could at least arrange flowers, but when it comes to cooking... Luckily, he didn't blow up the kitchen."
"Haha... If Nancy wasn't here, he could have really blown up the kitchen."
Nancy and Martin were also the first to finish cooking dinner. Then, they served the rice and dishes on the table. Except for Martin's fried cabbage, which was unpresentable and tasted like poison, Nancy cooked other dishes that were not only beautiful but also delicious.
"Gee! You guys made dinner so fast! We made dinner with Ms. Johnson."
Jason had an arrogant look on his face, but his face was dirty.
Martin raised an eyebrow and said, "Have you been digging mine?"
Jason touched his face, and then, his smile faded.
"I was going to make myself dinner like Ms. Johnson did, but..."
He felt so humiliated that he couldn't finish his sentence.
However, he had a nephew who liked to throw shades at him.
"My uncle scrambled the eggs into black coal. The bottom of the pan was poked through. We had no choice but to go beg Ms. Johnson to cook with us."
Jason looked desperate. He said, "Why is cooking harder than doing math when I was in school? When I watched Ms. Johnson cook, it looked so easy. And I thought I knew how to do it. But when I cooked on my own, I realized I just thought I'd learned."
In fact, Jason hadn't learned anything.
"Mr. Brook, what are you guys cooking for dinner? Wow... So many dishes! Mr. Brook, you actually know how to cook! You're amazing!"
The corners of Martin's mouth twitched as he said, "No."
He felt humiliated, but he said, "I made this dish. My sister cooked the other dishes. Don't you think she's amazing?"
Everyone was speechless.
Since Martin didn't cook those dishes, they wondered why he looked so proud!
Colin burst out laughing. She could see that Martin felt he was a little embarrassed too, but it didn't stop him from showing off his sister.
Everyone sat down at the small table with their dishes. Jason brought over the plate of charcoal he had made. Then Jason and Anson fought over who would eat the charcoal. In the end, no one ate the plate of scrambled eggs that Jason cooked.
Likewise, no one ate the plate of fried cabbage that Martin cooked. He couldn't believe that the dish he cooked was that terrible. When he tried to eat one bite, his face turned pale. Then he quickly ran to the garbage can to spit and rinse his mouth.
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