Chapter 10

"Oh no! Mom, please help me stop this!" Stefani cried out in panic, clutching both her phone and a spatula tightly as the oil in the pan began to sizzle and splatter. "Ouch! Ouch! Nana, help me!"

"You little troublemaker! This is exactly what I've been telling you! I've said it countless times that you should have gone to culinary school instead of partying all the time!" Summer scolded her over the phone. "You brought this upon yourself! How can you call yourself a wife if you can't even fry a simple fish?"

Stefani couldn't focus on her mother's scolding as she was more concerned about how to turn off the stove without getting any closer to the dangerous pan.

"Miss Stefani, please step aside," Jane, the elderly helper, said calmly as she adjusted the stove to a lower heat. "Next time, remember to keep the flame low so the food doesn't burn and the oil doesn't splash everywher