After thoroughly washing the raw chicken, I put them aside and begin preparing batter for the fried chicken. I'm preparing lunch.

"What are you cooking today?" Melanie appears beside me.

She's one of the young housekeepers who worked at the mansion. She's young, but three years older than me. Melanie is the old worker of Hobsons, but she was on a break so I didn't see her before. She came from a small town.

"Fried chicken." I reply while stirring the batter.

She watches the mix closely, "You're so young but still so good in cooking. I told you cook in front of me. I want to learn."

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