Amelia looked hurt, "Vincent Hunk, you're really wasting your last name. Don't you dare eat a single dish!"
Vincent didn't expect to encounter a "primary school student" who would still care about his last name these days. He couldn't help but laugh and leaned back on the sofa, chuckling while saying intermittently, "I didn't mean to target you, you know. My wife Leanne Lewis didn't know how to cook before either, and even after being married for a while now, she still only knows how to make fried rice. But look at us, aren't we still living happily together? If you don't know how to cook, don't force yourself. I think you can just be South Wesley's assistant."
Amelia shot him a proud and arrogant glance before quickly sidling up to South Wesley, looking at him pleadingly, and whispered, "Mr. Wale, if you really don't let me into the kitchen, everyone will laugh at me for more than a month."
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