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“Old Madam.” Cindy Clarke saw the Old Madam, with a surprised look on her face.
A few monts ago, when the guests in the front row gave way, she had already caught sight of them.
“Cindy!” Morgan Zhekova was at the back and enthusiastically greeted Cindy Clarke.
Adrian Zhekova laughed, “We managed to get tickets too. We ca to try so.”
Just one glance from Adrian Zhekova, and Cindy Clarke’s face felt feverish and extrely hot.
Even though it was already hot near the grill, Cindy Clarke knew this was different.
“Old Madam, which one would you like to try?” Cindy Clarke asked.
“Do you have any recomndations?” Old Madam couldn’t take her eyes off of them. “I want to eat all of them.”
“Then how about the chicken thigh?” Cindy Clarke suggested with a smile, “Grilled cartilage might be too tough for you. Grilled chicken skin is high in fat and not very healthy. The green pepper wrapped with cheese, I’m not sure if it suits your taste. If you’re curious about trying any of these, let grill so more for you after the competition. I’ll make so more variations.”
“The main issue is the limited competition ti, so I didn’t dare to make too many types,” Cindy Clarke explained.
“Then let’s go with the chicken thigh,” Old Madam said.
Cindy Clarke then gave her a skewer.
Adrian Zhekova and the others didn’t skip the line. They stayed lined up behind the other custors.
Seeing the next custor, Cindy Clarke was taken aback, “You managed to get a ticket?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t easy to get one.” To her surprise, it was the custor who originally ca to Cindy Clarke’s place. “It was such a pity that when I went to exchange tickets, I asked the staff if I could buy a bottle of beer. I’m sure they have everything prepared for this Cooking Competition, and beer shouldn’t be excluded. But they just refused to sell any. Otherwise, beer paired with skewers would be the perfect combination!”
Upon hearing this, others behind him chid in, “Exactly!”
” Cindy Clarke hesitated and couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re really resourceful.”
“So, what would you like to try this ti?” Cindy Clarke asked.
“I’d like to try the grilled chicken skin,” the man stared at the grilled chicken skin while swallowing saliva continuously.
Cindy Clarke gave him a skewer.
When everyone else had finished buying, Adrian Zhekova ended up last in line for so reason.
After Sheldon Rowland and Peggy Lewis each chose a skewer, Morgan Zhekova stood on tiptoes, “Cindy, I want the grilled chicken thigh.”
“Sure.” Cindy Clarke gave her a skewer, and the little girl obediently ran off to the side to eat.
“Godmother, what flavor is this?” The little girl stared at Peggy Lewis’ grilled green pepper. “Is it good?”
“It’s delicious. Cindy grilled it. How could it not be good?” Peggy Lewis said with a smile, “Would you like to try so?”
The little girl’s eyes were fixed on the grilled green pepper, and she quickly nodded.
“If you want to eat it, just say it straight. Don’t beat around the bush with your godmother!” Peggy Lewis flicked her forehead, clearly learning from Adrian Zhekova.
At this mont, Adrian Zhekova was already standing in front of Cindy Clarke.
They hadn’t seen each other since their brief encounter backstage.
So, there wasn’t ti to be shy yet.
But now that Adrian Zhekova stood right before her eyes, Cindy Clarke couldn’t help but think of what happened backstage.
“How co everyone ca up?” Cindy Clarke quietly asked.
“Old Madam insisted on coming up to try your grilled skewers. I told her she could try them privately later, but she said it wasn’t the sa. She insisted on coming and supporting you on the spot,” Adrian Zhekova explained with a smile.
“I didn’t expect that the Old Madam would really co,” Cindy Clarke blushed. She wondered what the Old Madam had said when she saw Morgan Zhekova.
But it wasn’t the right ti to ask..
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