Unwanted Girl Spoiled

Chapter 51 With a single hand , Noelle cracked the egg , the egg white and yolk drawing a perfect are through the air before landing smoothly in the bowl .

Knife and fork swiftly whisked the eggs into a frothy mixture , Next came the diced ham , followed by com , peas , shrimp , and other fresh ingredients .

The gas burner roared to life , heating the iron pan .

Oil sizzled as the egg mixture was poured in , swiftly scrambled into fluffy curds .

In went the cold pasta , coated in the creamy eggs that hadnt fully set yet .

Diced ham , corn , peas , and shrimp joined the mix , all tossed together in the pan .

Despite her petite franse , Noelle wielded the heavy iron pan with surprising strength , flipping the contents into the air with a single hand .

The ingredients formed a perfect semicircle in mid air before Lusding back in the pan .

Every motion was sharp , fluid , and effortlessly elegant .

Though it was just fried pasta , the process had the grace of a master artist at work .

From preparing the ingredients to plating the egg fried pasta , it took Noelle less than ten minutes .

Two large plates were placed on the table .

Each portion was served with a rounded spoonful , forming a perfect dome .

A garnish of fresh cilantro added a touch of vibrant green , elevating the simple egg fried pasta to the level of a Michelin worthy dish .

All done Noelle placed the plates in front of Vincent and Kimberly , her eyes crinkling into a smile .

Mom , Dad , give it a try ! The couple sat there in stunned silence , still processing the sheer skill Noelle hadj Kimberly stared at Noelle , wide eyed .

Noelle .

You really are a master chef … Though Kimberly didnt cook often , she was a passionate food enthusiast .

just displayed .

Half of Vincents study was filled with her culinary books .

She knew that even something as simple as egg fried pasta could be a litmus test for a diefs fundamentals .

And Noelles precision and skill just now ? Absolutely master level .

Of course I am ! I told you already .

Noelle said with a bright smile .

Now hurry up and try it .

Egg fried pasta is best when its hot ! Alright Kimberly chuckled and picked up her spoon The moment the pasta touched her tongue , her eyes lit up .

Her admiration for Noelle soared to new heights .

From this day forward , Noelle was officially her idol Vincent , though quieter , expressed his approval by finishing his plate clear He hadnt expected Noelle to have so many ludden talents .

If he had our complaint , it was that the portion size wasnt big enough … Leia would never have guessed that while she was sweating and struggling through military training at school , Noelle was winning over Kimberly and Vincent with a single dish of egg fried pasta .

Kimberlys newfound interest in cooking meant Noelle , with her free time and absence from school , stayed home to teach her .

ys culinary skills improved by leaps and bounds .

Her smiles grew brighter , and every Noelle Under Noelles guidance as a master chief , Kimberlys the uttered souled weeter than the list .

One morning .

Kimberly woke up early and found Norlle already downstairs .

Smiling warmly , she walked over .

Noelle , why are you up so early ! What dish are we learning today ? Good morning , Mom Nuelle greeted her mother cheerfully , then said , No cooking lessons inday .

Oh ? Why not ? Kimberly y asked , a little surprised .

Are you heading back to school ! D Dreams Read Romance … 0:31 AM Chapter 31 Nope .

Noelle replied , shaking her head .

She smiled .

Damon has a race today .

I want to go cheer for him .

The tracks pretty far , so I need to leave Oh ..

Ise Kimberly suddenly remembered Damon mentioning his upcoming race now she felt a pang of guilt grace before he left .

She hadnt paid much attention at the time , but It touched her to see Noelle , despite Damons cold attitude , still remembering and caring about his race .

Noelle , I didnt expect y you to remember Damons race .

Thats so thoughtful of you .

Considering how distant Damon had been toward Noelle , most people would have avoided him entirely .

But Noelle didnt seem to hold a grudge and was even willing to support him The more time Kimberly spent with Noelle , the more more endearing her daughter became .

Mom , do you want to come with me ? Noelle asked .

Come with you ? Sure , why not ? Kimberly agreed .

She didnt have anything pressing to do at home , and if Damon acted out again , at least shed be there to mediate They arrived at Racing League Ciment in Elysian City The track was packed with racing fans .

The stands at the finish line were overflowing , flags waving wildly , and the roar of cheers filled the air .

Amid the cacophony , one name echoed above all others : Storm Chasers , the star team of the day .

It was also the team Damon belonged to Damon was not only part of the team but its ace , the top seeded champion for the tournament , Damont Damont Damon A group of seven or eight young women , dressed provocatively , gathered outside the teams lounge .

Waving light sticks and banners , they screamed Damons name nonstop .

In the world of racing , Damon , young , handsome , and immensely talented , was undoubtedly a superstar .

Inside the lounge , Damon sat on the sofa , legs crossed , wearing his racing suit .

His chiseled , handsome face was devoid of expression , which only added to his cold , magnetic appeal .

The door opened , and a man in a burgundy suit strolled in Spotting Damon , he walked over and slung an arm around his shoulders , grinning Hey .

Damon ! Youre such a troublemaker , man .

Theres a whole crowd of girls outside screaming your name .

If I didnt know better , Id think you were some celebrity from the entertainment industry ! Damon didnt respond , his gaze fixed on h his phone .

As time passed , his expression darkened , and the air around him grew colder .

Noticing the shift in Damons mood , the man removed his arm and asked , Whats up ? Youve been staring at your phone is it your girlfriend ? Another rater nearby chuckled .

Brice , stop joking .

Damons upset because his sister hasnt texted him yet Seriously ? Thats what this is about Brice laughed , finding it absurd .

He glanced at Damod and teased , Dont tell me youre a sister obsessed control freak , Damon Shut up .

Damon snapped , his eyes glued to his screen .

No texts .

Frustrated , he tossed his phone aside and glared at his teammates .

Do you really think I care about that ? Grow up .

Sure , keep pretending , Brice s suurked It wasnt like Then tell me , you were staring at your phone earlier , werent you waiting for your sisters message ? 2/3 0:32 AM Chapter 51 No Damon answered in a cold voice , then sneered and said , Tm not a child , so what if she didnt send me a message ? Do you really think I care ! What are you thinking ? Just keep pretending Say whatever y r you want .

Damon shrugged , pretending to be indifferent .

Just then , a young man entered the room , scanning the lounge until his gaze landed on Damon Damon , there are two people outside .

They say theyre your mother and sister .

Before the man even finished speaking .

Damon bolted upright and strode toward the door .

His speed was astonishing , leaving everyone in the lounge dumbfounded .

One teammate finally recovered and laughed .

See ? As soon as he hears his sisters here , hes flying out the door .

Still denying it ? Another shook his head with a chuckle .

The famous Nightstrike of the racing world , a total sister obsessed softie .

Who wouldve thought ?