My Bothersome Life 128 Cooking 3

I watched my sister childishly run around the living room as her partner chased after her.

This was unexpected.

My painted image of an elegant lady that acted sensibly with her careful gestures was instantly shattered as a young reckless juvenile girl replaced it.

She held one of the bigger kitchen knives as she spun the knife around like she was mimicking the knife as a sword.

Her great sense of balance made sure that none of the items in both of her hands fell down.

She nimbly avoided Luke's swift movements as she made a mess of the living room.

Some of the neatly stacked magazines on the small living room table were spattered all across the floor.

The pencil case, the remote control and cushions littered the ground when it was originally placed neatly on the couch.

The picture frames on the wall was tilted in an odd direction as if an earthquake had shaken our house.

"Is this what my sister was like in your school?" I asked my childhood friend.

"She was nothing like this," Adrian appeared to be surprised at the scene he was watching with me.

"Rika looked like a typical rich lady from the first district as she always acted gracefully," Adrian described his impression of Rika to me.

It was a shame that I attended a higher-ranking school than Adrian. My parents invested majority of time in my education to make up for the share that my sister didn't get.

Ever since my sister went to school in the first district, none of her school tuition was paid of my parents.

Apparently, it had cost a fortune to pay for her tuition fees in the third district even though it was only for kindergarten.

"Oh please, I used more dangerous objects before. I swung a dagger to break a barrier in the third district last year to get away from a serial killer," my sister provoked Luke as she waved the knife in the air.

"Do you know about this?" I asked Adrian about the startling statement from Rika.

Adrian nodded his head as he kept silent about the accident that none of my family members had knowledge of even happening.

My mom stepped in between Rika and Luke as she started to calm down the situation.

My sister brightly smiled when she got permission from my mother to cook as she smirked at Luke to show that it was her victory.

When my sister gave me a slice of her 'omelet', I thanked her as I stared at the perfect yellow colour of the omelet.

I normally wouldn't hesitate before eating a photo of the flawless dish. However, I had listened into the conversation from my sister's guest as Rika diligently cooked the omelet.

"Rika did mention that she knew how to cook," Michelle commented as she observed my sister's cooking skills.

"She would always bring it up at least once these days in our conversations," Helena laughed as if she was recalling a fond memory.

"It doesn't mean that Rika has actually cooked before," Luke stubbornly disagreed with Rika cooking in the kitchen.

Right then, an round omelet flew in the air as it landed on the other side of the kitchen.

I continuously stared at the omelet before taking a nervous gulp.

I reluctantly took a big bite as the flavour of the omelet slowly seeped into my mouth as I continuously chewed.

Surprisingly, the omelet had the perfect amount of fluffiness and the right amount of sweetness from honey being used rather than pure sugar.

The tiny piece of omelet in my mouth gushed with various tastes as I quickly grabbed more of the omelet until I found my plate to be pitifully empty.

"How was it?" My sister smiled dazzlingly as she was satisfied once she saw my empty plate.

"It doesn't seem like this is your first-time cooking," I confessed as I noticed that everyone had empty plates.

"I put a secret ingredient inside it," My sister softly whispered into my ear.

I lightly blushed as her hair tickled my ear as she bent down with a playful expression.

"Ouch!" My sister shouted when Luke lightly grabbed her hand to pull her away from me.

None of the people in the room thought that my sister was actually hurt as Luke touched her like he was handling the most precious article in the world.

I noticed that Luke was slightly possessive of my sister as he tried to control some of her actions in what she could and couldn't do.

Cooking the way that my sister did was hardly dangerous as she clearly knew what she was doing.

My sister skillfully handled the knife as she spun it a few times and threw it in the air with her nimble fingers as she teased Luke during the chase.

It was hard to believe that she never held a knife before as her movements were efficient while it enabled her to hold multiple objects in her hands.

Even my sister's friends seemed to be overprotective of her as they intensely concentrated on observing her as she sophisticatedly cooked.

Were all people in the first district like this?

My first impressions of my sister and her guests were completed crushed as I got to know them better.

Michelle and Helena were like a second mother to my sister as they extensively looked after her.

And Luke appeared to be Rika's main caretaker.

Chapter end