Chapter 9: Pineapple Chicken

Dalmi touched her forehead, wiping the sweat falling down her face as she cut another portion of the potato. In her mind, she had been murdering Carden’s body.

If only he refused the marriage and accept one of my recommendations, I should spend my time watching Netflix by now.

Dalmi wasn’t a good cook. She doesn’t even know how to fry, and that pineapple chicken is so hard to cook! She regretted that she told him she would cook.

But isn’t it your goal? Dalmi asked herself and stopped cutting the vegetable into cubes. She wanted to turn him off. And this is a way to do it. She grinned and picked the carrots on the table, holding it vertically as she called for the old lady.

“Yes, Miss?” Manang Letty bowed her head as she stood in front of the young lady.

“How do you cut this thing?” she asked,