Chapter 253

He rushed straight into the kitchen, just in time to see Leslie about to squat down and pick up the broken plate. So that loud crash just now was just a dish hitting the floor. Broderick let out a breath of relief. "Leslie, don't move. I got it." Leslie beamed at him. "Broderick, you're done with work?" "Yeah." He bent down and carefully picked up the broken pieces. Then his eyes landed on whatever was sitting in the pot of oil, now so burnt it was basically unrecognizable. He pointed at it. "Uh, what's that?" Leslie answered oh-so-seriously, "I was frying potato wedges." Broderick glanced at the charred mess, his mouth twitching a little. Still, he played along. "Oh. So... this." Just then, Matilda caught sight of him coming downstairs and didn't even bother hiding how impatient she was. The smell of burnt food had already spread into the living room. When she stepped into the kitchen, she looked like she'd just walked into a disaster zone. "Leslie, where's that midnight snack you sai