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    Adam fidgeted nervously with his fingers. ‘Did I… Did I really give Daddy salt instead of sugar?‘ he thought.

    Yosef frowned in confusion. ‘I followed the tutorial video exactly–how could it possibly taste this bad?‘ he thought.

    Still doubtful, he picked up Skr’s used fork and grabbed a bite to try for himself.

    Seeing his bold move, Skr felt her stomach churn.

    The moment Yosef put the food in his mouth, his brows furrowed. He tried to swallow it but gagged instead.

    Adam rushed over with the trash can. “Daddy, spit here!”

    He quickly spat it all out and took a long moment to recover from the overwhelming salty taste that stung his throat.

    Adam stood on tiptoe to grab the cup on the table, then scampered over to the coffee table to pour Yosef a ss of water.

    Adam handed the cup to Yosef and said, “Here, Daddy, drink this.”

    Yosef downed the entire ss of water in one gulp, the intense saltiness in his mouth finally subsiding slightly.

    “Daddy, I’m sorry…” Adam said in a small voice, his head down. “I think I used salt instead of sugar.”

    None of the jars at home werebeled, so Adam could not tell them apart and identally gave Yosef salt instead.

    Yosef gently ruffled Adam’s hair and reassured him, “It’s alright, buddy. It’s not your fault.”

    Listening to the two of them, Skr picked up on what was really going on.

    Realization dawned on Skr. Yosef and Adam had made the meal themselves. That exined everything–there was no way the Campbell family’s chef could have been responsible for such a culinary catastrophe.

    If it had really been the Campbell family chef who made the food, he would have been fired by someone as picky as Yosef long ago. There was no way he would still be working for the Campbell family.

    Skr hesitated for a long moment, then said tactfully to the father and son, “Perhaps you two should leave the cooking to the professionals from now

    ion/i.”

    “Mommy, it was just this one time we messed up. Next time, we’ll get it right for sure!” Adam insisted..

    “I’d rather there not be a next time,” Skr said. One mouthful of that bitterly salty food was enough- she had no desire to go through it again.

    Skr thought, ‘These two clearly have zero culinary skills. If I let them keep at itb, /bGod only knows what bizarre vors they’lle up with next. For my own sake, I need to put an end to their cooking experiments once and for all.‘

    However, Adam insisted, “We messed up the seasoning this time, but I promise it won’t happen again next time!”

    Skr pursed her lips and offered a gentle smile. “Sweetheart, sometimes it’s best to ept that we’re not cut out for certain things, and we shouldn’t

    attempt to do that anymore.”

    Adam shook his head vigorously. “Mom, the harder something is, the more we need to keep trying. That’s the only way to get better little by little.”

    Skr forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Then you guys better practice at home, and when you make something tasty, bring bit /bbto /bbme/bb,/bb” /bbshe /bsaid.

    Adam nodded vigorously. “Don’t worry, Mommy! We’ll do our best to make something delicious!”

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    “Alright, then,” Skr said,

    She managed a strained smile and nodded, but inside she was anything but calm. ‘God help me… If they keep insisting on cooking for me, I bmight /briot survive their next experiment,‘ she thought, already worrying about what the future might hold.

    Adam said, “Mommy, can we go out for lunch today? It’s been ages since I had lunch with you and Daddy.”

    Since the food they brought was inedible and eating Jamar’s lunchbox was out of the question, eating out became their only option.

    After clearing the lunchboxes from the office, the three of them went out to eat.

    Jamar watched in disbelief as Skr casually tossed the lunchbox he had given her straight into the trash.

    After tossing the trash, the trio headed out for a meal, chatting andughing together.

    Though it was only takeout, Jamar had personally ordered and packed the meal. Skr’s indifference stung–it felt like all his effort had been for nothing.

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