Chapter 290

Mrs. Johnson never really expected much from Anna Green’s cooking skills. Girls these days were all delicate and pampered—being able to cook anything edible was already impressive. But she hadn’t thought teaching Anna to cook a simple meal would feel like walking into a disaster zone! "Miss Anna… careful, that’s fire, not a toy!" she warned, half exasperated, half anxious. Anna blinked, "Oh… okay." "Miss Anna, how about we skip the sweet and sour pork? Let’s make some soup instead—it’s easy and actually useful." Looking at the plate of unrecognizable dark mess Anna had struggled with for nearly three hours, Mrs. Johnson sighed and gently suggested the change. She finally realized—this girl and the kitchen were just not meant to be. Thankfully, soup didn’t require much skill. With Mrs. Johnson hovering nearby like a bomb disposal expert, Anna eventually made a pot that looked… sort of edible. "Something smells kinda good." Sam Green walked into the kitchen, stomach growling, clutching h