"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!'
Toph laughed and hung up quickly.
…
The incident of Violet plagiarizing Xyla's work from 20 years ago continued to stir up the Internet.
Under the pressure of public opinion, the members of the exhibition organizing committee apologized. They disqualified Violet and added her to the blacklist. Plagiarizing candidates were no longer given the opportunity to participate.
The university descended into chaos as well. The once arrogant and boastful Grist princess now found herself at the center of the storm.
Violet was criticized no matter where she went.
"Isn't that the Grist princess who plagiarized someone else's work?"
"That's right. Of all artists, she plagiarized Madam Irwin of Southeast Aciatic! Although her pieces have small circulation, they're priceless!"
"I guess Violet is too ignorant to know that!"
"What does the nouveau riche know? Hahaha! I heard the Irwins of Southeast Aciatic have contacted their attorney to file a transnational lawsuit!"
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