"Oh my, Zeke!" Melissa's heart broke as she watched. She screamed, "Oil isn't free, you know!"
However, Zuko stared at her blankly, his face devoid of expression.
"Quickly!" She slapped his back. "Pour the oil from the pan into the bowl..."
Zuko, as if in a daze, held the pan in one hand and the bowl in the other, unsure of what to do.
"Oh gosh! Get out!" Melissa snatched the bowl and pan away. "If this continues, I might lose my kitchen..."
Like a puppet, Zuko was chased out of the kitchen by Melissa.
Her words echoed in his head.
He suddenly said, "Auntie, did you mean what you said?"
Melissa widened her eyes. "What did I say?"
"Replace our fake marriage certificate with a real one..."
"Go, go, go!" Although anger still lingered on Melissa's face, there was a smile at the corner of her lips. "But pay me back for the olive oil first!"
Melissa closed the kitchen door, ushering Zuko out.
Stunned, Zuko walked to the corridor.
He looked up at the blue sky. It was sunny, and the fragrance of summer filled the air.
At that moment, he burst into laughter, unable to stop giggling.
Zuko regretted not getting a real marriage certificate from the start. Why hadn't he done it? Now he had more work to do.
'Hmm... Maybe it's for the best.'
Back then, he and Lina were practically strangers. Marrying a stranger felt strange.
After a year and a half of getting to know each other, Zuko would blend in better with the family. Everything would happen naturally by then...
'A year and a half…
'Ha, the duration my mother-in-law gave makes sense!'
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