Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 838: 251: As simple as crushing an ant! _5

Why?

Why does Viola Thompson address Mr. White as Marcus?

But it seemed like no one else noticed this detail.

No one asked.

Since everyone kept quiet, Rachel Barton naturally didn’t sense the need to voice it out.

After all, she and Mr. White were still in the ambiguous phase of their relationship.

No one broke the silence.

Quickly enough.

They reached the barbecue grill.

The grill was quite large.

The fire was already blazing.

The seasonings were all set.

Viola volunteered, rolling up her sleeves and saying, “How about I grill today, and you guys take care of eating?”

Upon hearing this, Diana Hershey’s temple started throbbing. She immediately objected, “No, no, no, Viola, killing a chicken doesn’t require a butcher’s knife! You just need to look pretty and leave the rest to us.”

Even now, Diana couldn’t forget the instant noodles Viola had cooked.

Fiona Knight nodded in agreement, “How about I grill?”

Rachel Barton chuckled, “I’m quite good at this, how about I do it?”@@novelbin@@

Grilling a barbecue for one’s beloved is a very blissful thing.

After all, to win a man’s heart, one has to win his stomach first.

This was unlike Viola.

Rachel Barton was a great cook. After all, she had previously worked part-time at a snack stall.

Fiona suggested, “How about I assist Rachel?”

“That sounds good.” Rachel nodded.

Rachel stood before the grill and started to barbecue.

She started with chicken wings.

She brushed the marinated chicken wings with a layer of sesame oil, and soon enough, they started to sizzle and fill the air with the aroma of grilled meat.

Then, she sprinkled a layer of barbecue seasoning, cumin, and chili powder. One bite, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside.

The taste was top-notch!

Diana Hershey gave a thumbs up, “Rachel, who would’ve guessed that you know how to grill!”

Rachel smiled and said, “I learned a little bit before.”

At that moment, Mr. White brought over two glasses of iced milk tea, “Whoever wants milk tea, help yourself.”

Having a barbecue with milk tea?

Rachel Barton frowned discreetly.

She speculated once more, did Mr. White have feelings for Viola?

After all.

Normally, a barbecue calls for iced coke or iced beer.

Everyone knew.

Viola’s favorite beverage was milk tea.

Viola poured herself a cup of milk tea, and after taking a sip, she was surprised to find that its taste was rich and the fragrance lingered, “Marcus, where did you buy this milk tea?”

“The kitchen master made it fresh.” Mr. White added, “If you like it, I can ask him to send over the ingredients list later.”

“Sounds good.” Viola nodded slightly.

Could it be….

Had Viola and Mr. White added each other on WhatsApp?

When did they do that?

A feeling Rachel couldn’t describe arose from within.

After all.

She didn’t even have Mr. White’s WhatsApp number yet.

And, Viola’s way of addressing Mr. White had changed as well.

After all, ‘Uncle’ and ‘Marcus’ are two completely different terms.

According to ranking, ‘Marcus’ and Mr. White indicated an equal relationship.

Rachel’s distraction caused the eggplant in her hands to be burnt to a crisp.

Diana was the one who smelled the burnt aroma and reminded her, “Rachel, what are you thinking about? The eggplant is burnt.”

Rachel finally reacted, she laughed and said, “I thought it would be more flavorful if I charred it a bit, but I didn’t expect to burn it.”

Diana asked, “Rachel, aren’t we supposed to add garlic sauce when grilling eggplants?”

“Yes,” Rachel nodded, “we also need to add a bit of glass noodles for it to taste good.”

Just then, Mr. White walked over to Rachel, speaking softly, “Rachel, why don’t you take a break? I’ll take over the grilling.”

“What?” Rachel looked up at Mr. White, her eyes wide with surprise.

She hadn’t anticipated Mr. White coming over all of a sudden.

Was he being considerate towards her?

If it had been Diana or Flora Tiarks grilling, he might not have done the same.

“Thank you.” Rachel said subsequently.

Mr. White smiled, “Don’t mention it, you must be tired after grilling for so long.”

“I’m okay.” Rachel then made way for Mr. White.

Mr. White was no slouch.

He really knew how to grill.

In no time, he had prepared a large amount of food.

Viola picked up a cicada pupa, “What’s this? Is it delicious?”

As a child who grew up in the south, she had never seen grilled cicada pupa.

“Cicada pupa.” Mr. White answered.

“Is it tasty?” Viola continued to inquire.

Mr. White said, “The taste should be pretty good, you can try it. This thing is either a love or hate affair”

Viola tried it.

It felt quite different, crunchy on the outside, and after chewing, it released a distinctive aroma.