Chapter 210 The Bet

Brittany was struck by an idea at Daniel's words. "How about we make a bet? If the scrambled eggs

you cook are so good that I eat five plates, then I lose. But if I don’t eat five plates, you lose."

Daniel knew Brittany was trying to set him up, but he didn’t mind and asked with a grin, "Since it’s a

bet, there should be stakes, right?"

Hooked, Brittany quickly laid out her terms. "Whoever loses has to agree to do one thing the winner

says, no matter what it is."

"Okay!" Daniel agreed readily.

As they prepared to wager, Amelia quickly intervened. "If you two want to bet, take it home! Daniel,

come into the kitchen and teach me how to cook this lobster."

Without further ado, Amelia dragged Daniel into the kitchen.

Upon entering, Daniel was amazed. This was no ordinary roadside establishment’s kitchen—it was

pristine, far cleaner than many home kitchens.

Brittany followed them in, arms crossed, glaring at Daniel derisively. "Country boy, go on, show us

what you've got! I want to see if you can actually cook lobster. Just don’t hurt yourself trying to kill it,

okay?"

Brittany couldn't believe that this country boy could cook. In her eyes, Daniel was simply useless at

everything.

Daniel took up a spoon in his right hand and a pan in his left, starting to work on the lobster. His

movements were swift, and soon he had a plate of seemingly delicious lobster ready. The aroma

alone was appetizing.

Amelia didn’t care about the heat as she snipped off a leg and tasted the flavor right off the shell.

"This is so delicious! Even the taste on the shell is much better than what I just made!"

Watching Amelia praise Daniel's lobster dish, Brittany felt a twinge of annoyance. So, in her typical

fashion, she scoffed. "As if this country bumpkin could make tasty lobster—it’s probably just the

seasoning on the shell that’s good. The meat itself is bound to be tough and chewy. If you don’t

believe me, cousin, you should try it yourself."

Brittany refused to accept that the lobster prepared by a country boy could taste better than

Amelia’s, whom she adored. Every time she visited Amelia’s restaurant, lobster was her go-to dish

—even if she was dining alone, she could finish an entire four- or five-pound lobster.

Amelia carefully extracted the lobster meat, which appeared white and springy. She took a bite, first

savoring the perfect blend of seasonings that created a robust flavor burst, and then the delicious

succulence of the meat.

It was incredibly delicious—the texture of the lobster was outstanding, and Daniel’s cooking was

beyond words.

Seeing Amelia’s eyes widen with an exaggerated expression on her face, Brittany instinctively

assumed the lobster must be horrible. And so, she let out a disdainful laugh.

"Heh!"