Chapter 10

Hazel Coleman

“Here… Wash the chicken.” I handed a bowl of chicken to Noah, turning back to continue to mix the egg.

“Uhm… How do I wash this, please?”

I turned to him, raising a brow.

He stood there, his eyes locked on me, completely clueless.

Seriously? He doesn't even know how to wash chicken? Wow! That's crazy.

“Don't you know how to cook any dish at all?” I scoffed.

He shook his head. “No, I don't. I always order takeouts, and sometimes eat out with the ...