MainNovelChapter 417: None of them had the slightest clue what to do with these ingredients.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAll three watched as Brenna expertly carved a slice from the tuna.
"Stop pretending you know anything about these ingredients," Isabella said sarcastically. She knew Brenna better than the others. "You're just faking it. You've never eaten this before. The Barretts could never afford stuff like this. There's no way you actually know what you're doing." Brenna let out a cold laugh and brushed off Isabella's jab. "These ingredients are high-quality. We don't need to do much. We can season it with salt and pepper, just like we usually do with lamb." Isabella, Sabine, and Fay burst into laughter. Isabella's laugh was the loudest. "Quit pretending you know everything, alright? If you don't know what you're doing, just say so. Why put on an act?” Sabine snorted, narrowing her eyes with disdain. "You almost had us fooled. You looked like you eat tuna every day. But it turns out you're just treating the tuna like lamb. That's hilarious." Brenna raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how to handle it, then?" Isabella felt a sense of satisfaction. Ever since she learned Brenna was the Harper family's daughter, she had carried a deep envy. Today, she finally had a moment to mock her.
"I don't," she admitted. “But at least I'm not faking it like you. No matter what you do, you'll never compare to Miss Hewitt. She can actually help Mr. Mitchell with his business. You'll be dumped by Mr. Mitchell in no time.” She mimicked Brenna's motions and sliced the tuna, but ended up with ragged, uneven chunks.
In contrast, Brenna's cuts were clean. Each slice preserved the fish's texture. She diced the tuna into perfect two-centimeter cubes, then scooped up spices with a tasting spoon, sniffed each one carefully, and added them to the marinade with measured precision.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're right," Brenna said. "The Barretts never served this. But at the Harpers', I've eaten it a few times. I've watched the chefs prepare it up close." Isabella shot her a venomous glare, then said to the others, "Listen to her brag! A few fancy dinners, and now she's a food expert?" Sabine stared down at her own poorly cut fish, unsure of what to do next. She sneered at Brenna. "It's not like you're stuna master. Once Ethan dumps you for Jade, you'll be nothing. And when I marry Ernst, I'll make sure everyone sees who you really are." After a pause, she added, “You just like to pretend you're impressive. With the Harpers' money, you can fake everything. But you can't fool me." Her eyes swept over Brenna's face. "That perfect face of yours? It's probably fake, too."
She hacked the fish into uneven pieces. Without thinking, she threw them into a bowt and reached for spices; relying on her lamb marinade experience to guide her.
Fay, who held no real grudge against Brenna, remained quiet and simply let the unfold.
Brenna said plainly, "I'm the daughter of the Harper family. That is not something fake; that's a fact. But the m rest of you, coming from average families, keep p putting on an act as if it'll fool anyone. You have no money, yet you squeeze into designer brands. You are pretending, too. You desperately cling to wealthy men, hoping to becmembers of rich families."
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