Unwanted Girl Spoiled

Chapter 51 Chapter 51 With a single hand, Noelle cracked the egg, the egg white and yolk drawing a perfect are through the air before landing smoothly in the bowl.

Knife and fork swiftly whisked the eggs into a frothy mixture, Next cthe diced ham, followed by com, peas , shrimp, and other fresh ingredients.

The gas burner roared to life, heating the iron pan.

Oil sizzled as the egg mixture was poured in, swiftly scrambled into fluffy curds.

In went the cold pasta, coated in the creamy eggs that hadnt fully set yet.

Diced ham, corn, peas, and shrimp joined the mix, all tossed together in the pan.

Despite her petite franse, Noelle wielded the heavy iron pan with surprising strength, flipping the contents into the air with a single hand.

The ingredients formed a perfect semicircle in mid air before Lusding back in the pan.

Every motion was sharp, fluid, and effortlessly elegant.

Though it was just fried pasta, the process had the grace of a master artist at work.

From preparing the ingredients to plating the egg fried pasta, it took Noelle less than ten minutes.

Two large plates were placed on the table.

Each portion was served with a rounded spoonful, forming a perfect dome.

A garnish of fresh cilantro added a touch of vibrant green, elevating the simple egg fried pasta to the level of a Michelin worthy dish.

All done Noelle placed the plates in front of Vincent and Kimberly, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Mom, Dad, give it a try! The couple sat there in stunned silence, still processing the sheer skill Noelle hadj Kimberly stared at Noelle, wide eyed.

Noelle.

You really are a master chef ... Though Kimberly didnt cook often, she was a passionate food enthusiast. just displayed.

Half of Vincents study was filled with her culinary books.

She knew that even something as simple as egg fried pasta could be a litmus test for a diefs fundamentals. And Noelles precision and skill just now? Absolutely master level.

Of course I am! I told you already.

Noelle said with a bright smile.

Now hurry up and try it.

Egg fried pasta is best when its hot! Alright Kimberly chuckled and picked up her spoon The moment the pasta touched her tongue, her eyes lit up.

Her admiration for Noelle soared to new heights.

From this day forward, Noelle was officially her idol Vincent, though quieter, expressed his approval by finishing his plate clear He hadnt expected Noelle to have so many ludden talents.

If he had our complaint, it was that the portion size wasnt big enough... Leia would never have guessed that while she was sweating and struggling through military training at school, Noelle was winning over Kimberly and Vincent with a single dish of egg fried pasta.

Kimberlys newfound interest in cooking meant Noelle, with her free tand absence from school, stayed hto teach her.

ys culinary skills improved by leaps and bounds.

Her smiles grew brighter, and every Noelle Under Noelles guidance as a master chief, Kimberlys the uttered souled weeter than the list.

One morning.

Kimberly woke up early and found Norlle already downstairs.

Smiling warmly, she walked over.

Noelle, why are you up so early! What dish are we learning today? Good morning, Mom Nuelle greeted her mother cheerfully, then said, No cooking lessons inday.

Oh? Why not? Kimberly y asked, a little surprised.

Are you heading back to school ! D Dreams Read Romance ... 0:31 AM Chapter 31 Nope.

Noelle replied, shaking her head.

She smiled Damon has a race today.

I want to go cheer for him.

The tracks pretty far, so I need to leave Oh..

Ise Kimberly suddenly remembered Damon mentioning his upcoming race now she felt a pang of guilt grace before he left.

She hadnt paid much attention at the time, but It touched her to see Noelle, despite Damons cold attitude, still remembering and caring about his race.

Noelle, I didnt expect y you to remember Damons race.

Thats so thoughtful of you.

Considering how distant Damon had been toward Noelle, most people would have avoided him entirely.

But Noelle didnt seem to hold a grudge and was even willing to support him The more tKimberly spent with Noelle, the more more endearing her daughter became.

Mom, do you want to cwith me? Noelle asked.

Cwith you? Sure, why not? Kimberly agreed.

She didnt have anything pressing to do at home, and if Damon acted out again, at least shed be there to mediate They arrived at Racing League Ciment in Elysian City The track was packed with racing fans. The stands at the finish line were overflowing, flags waving wildly, and the roar of cheers filled the air. Amid the cacophony, one nechoed above all others: Storm Chasers, the star team of the day. It was also the team Damon belonged to Damon was not only part of the team but its ace, the top seeded champion for the tournament, Damont Damont Damon A group of seven or eight young women, dressed provocatively, gathered outside the teams lounge.

Waving light sticks and banners, they screamed Damons nnonstop.

In the world of racing, Damon, young, handsome, and immensely talented, was undoubtedly a superstar.

Inside the lounge, Damon sat on the sofa, legs crossed, wearing his racing suit.

His chiseled, handsface was devoid of expression, which only added to his cold, magnetic appeal.

The door opened, and a man in a burgundy suit strolled in Spotting Damon, he walked over and slung an arm around his shoulders, grinning Hey.

Damon! Youre such a troublemaker, man.

Theres a whole crowd of girls outside screaming your name.

If I didnt know better, Id think you were scelebrity from the m entertainment industry? Damon didnt respond, his gaze fixed on h his phone. As tpassed, his expression darkened, and the air around him grew colder.

Noticing the shift in Damons mood, the man removed his arm and asked Whats up? You've been staring at your phone is it your girlfriend? Another rater nearby chuckled. Brice, stop joking.

Damons upset because his sister hasnt texted him yet Seriously? Thats what this is about Brice laughed, finding it absurd.

He glanced at Damod and teased, Dont tellyoure a sister obsessed control freak, Damon Shut up. Damon snapped, his eyes glued to his screen.

No texts.

Frustrated, he tossed his phone aside and glared at his teammates.

Do you really think I care about that? Grow up.

Sure, keep pretending, Brice s suurked It wasnt like Then tell me, you were staring at your phone earlier, werent you waiting fanybur sisters message? 2/3 0:32 AM Chapter 51 No Damon answered in a cold voice, then sneered and said, Tm not a child, so what if she didnt senda message ? Do you really think I care! What are you thinking? Just keep pretending Say whatever y r you want. Damon shrugged, pretending to be indifferent.

Just then, a young man entered the room, scanning the lounge until his gaze landed on Damon Damon, there are two people outside.

They say theyre your mother and sister.

Before the man even finished speaking.

Damon bolted upright and strode toward the door.

His speed was astonishing, leaving everyone in the lounge dumbfounded.

One teammate finally recovered and laughed.

See? As soon as he hears his sisters here, hes flying out the door.

Still denying it? Another shook his head with a chuckle.

The famous Nightstrike of the racing world, a total sister obsessed softie.

Who wouldve thought?