Chapter 325
A minute later, Mirabella came strutting over, clutching a chicken like it was no big deal.
Leo snapped back to reality, gazing at the chicken in his sister’s grasp. After a long pause, he finally managed to say. “You’re something else.”
With a nonchalant arch of her eyebrow, Mirabella carried the chicken towards the kitchen, radiating pure confidence.
Leo didn’t follow. Instead, he pondered for a couple of seconds before lifting his gaze toward the basket Mirabella had flung with such ease. He strolled over to it. Reaching out, he tried to emulate his sister’s effortless lift and throw of the basket. However… the moment Leo lifted the basket with one hand, he was taken aback by its weight.
The basket wasn’t excessively heavy, but… how did Mirabella manage to toss it so lightly? And with just one hand?
[Pfft, what’s Juztin up to now?]
[I get the feeling he’s trying out the move his sis just pulled off.]
[Go on, Juztin, let’s see you chuck that basket as she did.]
Leo glanced at the camera and, as if nothing had happened, he used his other hand to hoist the basket up, awkwardly carrying it back to its original spot, his movements a tad clumsy.
“Everything in its right place,” he muttered, straightening his back and heading towards the kitchen. “Ah, it’s my sister’s first time prepping a chicken.”
[Hahaha, I’m dying. I bet Juztin totally wanted to toss that basket.]
[‘Everything in its right place,‘ did your image just crumble?]
[What a twist, LOL.]
The kitchen was spacious, with an old–fashioned wood stove, as no gas was available in the countryside. By the time Leo entered the kitchen, Mirabella was already kindling a fire under a pot of water.
He silently observed the chicken already prepared at the side, then squatted down by the stove like his sister had. “Let me do the fire,” he offered.
Mirabella glanced up. “You know how?”
That shut Leo up pretty quickly.
Il can feel Juztin’s introversion through the screen.]
[Sister: You know how? Juztin: I…]
(Juztin’s ego is taking a hit.]
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(It’s amazing. How does his sister know how to do all these chores so well?]
[Country bumpkin, obviously.]
Before long, the pot was boiling. Mirabella grabbed a nearby basin, dumped the prepped chicken into it, and then ladled the steaming water over the bird.
At that moment, the other three groups of guests had only just managed to catch their chickens. They fell silent upon seeing Leo’s team already plucking feathers..
Heather came to her senses and said wistfully, “I wish I had a sister who could do everything.”
Hans glanced at Heather and quipped, “Maybe in your dreams.”
[Haha, Hans is so savage.]
[Heather’s cousin: I may not be all–powerful, but I’m super cute.]
[A nanny can do it all.]
Checking his watch, Hans exclaimed, “Shoot, we’re gonna end up as dishwashers for the crew today.”
As Hans spoke, Mirabella had already plucked the chicken clean, rinsed it under a tap, and placed it in a clean basin.
Mission accomplished.
Seeing this, Hans and his partner panicked, hurriedly grabbing knives to start on their chickens – anything to avoid coming in last.
Gabriel and his brother quietly moved to the side, leaving Heather and her cousin standing there, exchanging awkward glances. Her cousin cast a look down at the chicken in her hands, then approached Leo tentatively and, with the utmost politeness, asked. “Juztin, could you lend us a hand, please?”
