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Chapter 10   Vivianne Sinclair    “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 boys.”   “I'm always busy, so I never had the time to learn how to cook.”   I stared in disbelief.   “You know what? Just leave the kitchen. I'll handle this myself.” I snatched the bowl from him.   “But I'm ready to learn. I want to learn how to cook.”   I scoffed. Well, that's fine, but I'm definitely not the one to teach him that.   I turned to him and smirked. “That's not a part of my job, Noah… I mean, teaching people how to cook.”   He smiled softly.