Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 112


    Chapter 112 A Dad Who Can’t Cook is Not a Qualified Dad


    In the garden, a maid twisted her neck stiffly, but her body twisted to the other side strangely, as if she


    was not quite used to it.


    But she quickly adjusted again, her head and body were in the same direction.


    Her hands made a movement of holding something, as if she was used to it, and after a while she


    reacted and put her hands down again.


    I don’t know if it is because she is not used to it, she picked up another flower basket, and then she


    showed a satisfied smile.


    Kellen, who was walking in front, seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned around, only


    to see a maid holding a flower basket and a branch scissors in the garden.


    She quietly went to do her own thing with the flower basket in her arms.


    Kellen narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that he couldn’t tell what was


    wrong.


    If he had seen the head-holding female ghost before, he would be able to recognize that the maid’s


    movements were exactly the same at this moment from the subtle differences in her movements. Too


    bad he can’t


    see hell.


    It turned out that Susie’s kick just now kicked the female ghost into the maid’s body by mistake.


    Kellen took Susie back to the house, and the interrupted speech did not


    continue.


    na said: “Susie, are you hungry? Grandma …


    ”


    She was about to tell grandma to cook something delicious for you, but she changed her voice and


    said, “Grandma asked your father to cook for you.”


    A qualified father must have superb cooking skills. Otherwise, how to raise children?


    Kellen raised his eyebrows: “Are you sure?”


    When he held a knife with these two hands, he only cut people. Then, he saw the Murray family


    collectively looking over, as if a certain tacit understanding had been formed at this moment.


    Kellen was speechless.


    Susie made a gesture of cheering with both hands, and said, “Come on, Dad!”


    Kellen hooked her lips: “Okay.”


    His good daughter has said it, so he will definitely do it.


    There is nothing difficult about cooking. Arrange the ingredients and throw them into the pot, and


    remove them when they are cooked.


    Kellen tugged at the cor, undid a button.


    It was only then that Martin noticed that Kellen was wearing a shirt and trousers today, which was very


    formal and slightly different from his usual informal style, which showed that he took this meeting very


    seriously


    Uncle Rating: +1.


    Craig who just discovered this detail: Barely +1 point.


    na said: “There are three chickens in the kitchen, you can do it.”


    Kellen nodded while rolling up his sleeves, “Simple.”


    na said again: “Susie likes to eat eggnt, eggnt is not easy to make, you can’t just ask Ada.”


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    “Other kitchens can cook whatever they have. For a family of more than a dozen people, they can cook


    about 18 dishes.”


    Kellen looked suspicious.


    Are there so many dishes in one meal?


    Think about when he was in the Morton family, he was cooked by those rough men, one dish was


    cooked in one pot, one soup had four dishes. and that was it.


    Kellen walked across the small yard between the main house and the kitchen to the kitchen.


    Wade whispered: “Susie, let’s go up!”


    He couldn’t find the female ghost, so he felt restless.


    Susie was not at ease, so she ran to the kitchen and said. “Wait! I’m going to see Dad!”


    in the kitchen.


    Ada handed Kellen a bib and asked. “Need a hand?”


    Seeing Susie running in, Kellen changed the words he was about to blurt: “No.”


    In front of his daughter, he must show his majestic side as a father.


    Kellen lifted the chicken out easily.


    Kellen took the kitchen knife and turned it around like a pen, which scared Ada to stop in front of Susie,


    for fear that the knife would fly out.


    Seeing that Susie covered her eyes, he moved quickly.


    Seeing this, na, who was watching not far away, curled her lips: “I thought he wouldn’t, but it seems


    to be okay.”


    Martin: +1 point.


    Craig: +1 point.


    The rest of the Murray family: +0.5.


    Michael felt that killing a chicken would be too cool, so he barely gave it a 0.5.


    Behind the old tree, a maid holding a flower basket seemed to be


    frightened, her pupils constricted violently, and the flower basket in her hand fell with a tter.