Chapter <b>325 </b>


    A minuteter, Mirabe came strutting over, clutching a chicken like it was no big deal.


    Leo snapped back to reality, gazing at the chicken in his sister’s grasp. After a long pause, he finally managed to say. “You’re something else.”


    With a nonchnt arch of her eyebrow, Mirabe carried the chicken towards the kitchen, radiating pure confidence.


    Leo didn’t follow. Instead, he pondered for a couple of seconds before lifting his gaze toward the basket Mirabe had flung with such ease. He strolled over to it. Reaching out, he tried to emte his sister’s effortless lift and throw of the basket. However… the moment Leo lifted the basket with one hand, he was taken aback by its weight.


    The basket wasn’t excessively heavy, but… how did Mirabe manage to toss it so lightly? And with just one hand?


    [Pfft, what’s Juztin up to now?]


    [I get the feeling he’s trying out the move his sis just pulled off.]


    [Go on, Juztin, let’s see you chuck that basket as she did<b>.</b><b>] </b>


    Leo nced at the camera and, as if nothing had happened, he used his other hand to hoist the basket up, awkwardly carrying it back to its original spot, his movements a tad clumsy.


    “Everything in its right ce,” he muttered, straightening his back and heading towards the kitchen. “Ah, it’s my sister’s first time prepping a chicken.”


    [Hahaha, I’m dying. I bet Juztin totally wanted to toss that basket.]


    [‘Everything in its right ce,‘ did your image just crumble?]


    [What a twist, LOL.]


    The kitchen was spacious, with an old–fashioned wood stove, as no gas was avable in the countryside. By the time Leo entered the kitchen, Mirabe was already kindling a fire under a pot of water.


    He silently observed the chicken already prepared at the side, then squatted down by the stove like his sister had. “Let me do the fire,” he offered.


    Mirabe nced up. “You know how?”


    That shut Leo up pretty quickly.


    Il can feel Juztin’s introversion through the screen.]


    [Sister: You know how? Juztin: I…]


    (Juztin’s ego is taking a hit.]


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    <b>(</b>It’s amazing. How does his sister know how to do all these chores so well?]


    [Country bumpkin, obviously.]


    Before long, the pot was boiling. Mirabe grabbed a nearby basin, dumped the prepped chicken into it, and thendled the steaming water over the bird.


    At that moment, the other three groups of guests had only just managed to catch their chickens. They fell silent upon seeing Leo’s team already plucking feathers..


    Heather came to her senses and said wistfully, “I wish I had a sister who could do everything.”


    Hans nced at Heather and quipped, “Maybe in your dreams.”


    [Haha, Hans is so savage.]


    [Heather’s cousin: I may not be all–powerful, but I’m super cute.]


    [A nanny can do it all.]


    Checking his watch, Hans eximed, “Shoot, we’re gonna end up as dishwashers for the crew today.”


    As Hans spoke, Mirabe had already plucked the chicken clean, rinsed it under a tap, and ced it in a clean basin.


    Mission aplished.


    Seeing this, Hans and his partner panicked, hurriedly grabbing knives to start on their chickens – anything to avoiding inst.


    Gabriel and his brother quietly moved to the side, leaving Heather and her cousin standing there, exchanging awkward nces. Her cousin cast a look down at the chicken in her hands, then approached Leo tentatively and, with the utmost politeness, asked. “Juztin, could you lend us a hand, please?”