Chapter 252

Things were settled way too easily-it honestly caught everyone off guard. Even Grandma Matilda looked a bit dazed. How did she end up agreeing to let Leslie treat her mouth problems? "Alright, you guys keep watching TV. I'm heading to the kitchen to make a late-night snack for Broderick." Miles blinked. "Wait, Leslie, you actually know how to make snacks?" Leslie grinned, "Pfft, piece of cake." No way she was gonna back down now. Even if it was her first time making anything, so what? Not a big deal. She strutted into the kitchen and opened the fridge like she knew what she was doing. The kitchen staff had already gone home. Just as Felicia started to get up, Grandma Matilda stopped her. "Felicia, sit. Watch TV with me. Were you planning to help her or something?" Matilda gave her a half-smile, half-smirk. "A bet's a bet. No one touches the kitchen tonight." Leslie squinted at the food inside the fridge. She scratched her cheek. No pasta in sight. Cooking pasta would've been easy mode.