Chapter 45 Did Felix Just Smack His Father?

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• "Madam! You don't fry porridge!" Martha exclaimed in shock, quickly snatching the oil from my hand. I blinked in confusion, staring at her bewildered expression.
• "You don’t fry it?" I asked, equally puzzled, watching as the entire kitchen staff froze. They stared at me as though I had grown two heads, likely expecting me to laugh and claim I was joking to break the tension.