Chapter 324 Martin's Setback
After ending the call, sleep was the last thing on Martin's mind. Seeing Patricia deep in slumber and not wanting to disturb her, he got up and got ready for the day. Dressed in clean and comfy home wear, he took both their phones to the living room to avoid disturbing Patricia.
Dressed in clean and comfy homewear, he took their phones to the living room to avoid disturbing Patricia.
The morning news was all abuzz with stories of yesterday's wedding.
Thanks to Martin's careful planning, there wasn't a single negative comment—just pure well-wishes.
Martin was more than pleased with how things were turning out.
While he basked in the satisfaction, he didn't lose track of the current situation and called Alan.
"Has there been any ripple from Hunter since we announced my marriage to Patricia?"
"Nothing," Alan replied with sheer honesty, "Nothing.".
Martin frowned, puzzled. "Nothing?"
Could it be the news hadn'tnot have reached Hunter yet due to their distance between them?
? Or had Hunter truly given up on Patricia and stopped seeking updates about her?
Even through the digital ether, Alan caught onto his thoughts,. "With everything so connected nowadays, if Hunter hadsn't given up on your wife, he would have known immediately. Unless..."
Martin's eyes narrowed as he caught on,. "Unless he's biding his time for a grand move, or he has completely moved on from Patricia."
Alan speculated, "Given his obsession with her, giving up seems unlikely."
So, it was probably the formerlatter: lying low before striking a sudden, unexpected blow.
Martin shared the exact sentiment.
"Keep a tight watch. Don't give him any openings."
"Will do!"."
Martin instructed, "And you'll personally take Charles and Fannie to preschoolkindergarten."
The implicationreason was clear as day.
Fully understanding, Martin Alan nodded,. "I'm already at Riverside Apartments. I'll take the kids to preschoolkindergarten right away."
"Appreciate it!"."
Alan almost dropped his phone out of sheer shock at Martin's courteous manner.
. "B-Boss, please, no need to be so formal. My heart can't take it."
Feeling upbeat, Martin couldn't help but let out a chucklechuckled.
After ending the call, he tossed his phone onto the couch, rolled up his sleeves, and headed into the kitchen to cook breakfast for Patricia. Before the wedding, she had stocked the fridge with all sorts ofvarious ingredients.
Having never cooked before, Martin had to look up a recipe for scrambled eggs and toast online.
He started by filling a pot with water and bringing it to a boil with the lid on.
How much water to use?
Martin mulled it over it for a while before deciding to fill the pot to the brim, then he turned and turn the burner toburner's heat too high
. Next, following the online guide, he took a toast from the fridge and hesitated as he reached for the eggs. The recipe said to use one egg on a tight budget and two if you had the means.
The recipe online says if you're on a tight budget, use one egg; if you've got the means, use two.
So how many should he use?
His means awere more than ample, to say the least.
So then, that meanst—
After hesitating for a moment, Martin decisively grabbed four eggs, gave a firm tap and firmly tapped against the plate's rim of the plate, and with. With a loud "crack," the eggs shatteredbroke, splattering yolks and whites all over his hands.
"…?!"
Martin hastily rinsed his hands under the faucet and, not one to give up easily, took another egg. This time, withWith the lesson learned, he tapped the egg ever so gently against the plate this time.
'Hmm, it didn't break.'
He tapped a bit harder, but .
sStill nothing.
On the third try, he exerted more force, and… ended up with a hand dripping with egg again.
A tycoon inMartin, the business world, Martin found himself facingtycoon, faced an unusual and humbling challenge inat the hands of a mere egg,. hHis usually unshakable composure was replaced by a fierce and unexpected competitive spirit.
RollingHe rolled up his sleeves, he and prepared for another round with the stubborn egg.
He just couldn't believe that he couldn't conquer this tiny egg.
Ten minutes later, the battle was still on.
The trash bin was littered with broken eggshells and spills, and the kitchen counter was in complete disarray.
Now sweating and disheartened, the once confident and composed Martin was meeting his match in a simple kitchen task.
Just as he was about to give it another gotry again, armed with a fresh carton of eggs on the counter, his phone "buzzed" with a WhatsApp notification.
After cleaning off his hands, he checked his phone. It was a message from Ryan in their group chat.
It was a message from Ryan in the private chat group with his two brothers, pointing out his name along with Carter's.
": [Big bro, did you have a fun night out? You and Patricia left so early,. iIt must've been a wild time, huh? Spill the deets for us!".]
Carter: "...?!"[...?]
With a sigh, Martin sent a short video of the kitchen debacle.
"Martin: [If you guys can't lend a hand, then zip it. Your dear brotherfriend is currently at war with some eggs.".]
Ryan: "...?!"[...?]
Carter: "...?!"[...?]
The chat fell silent for a few seconds before Ryan started a group video call.
Carter immediately answered.
Martin joined the call, clearly agitated,. "Spit it out if you have something to say. I'm swamped here."
Ryan was on the brink of hysteria as he hollered,. "Dude, point thate cam down at the stove!. I gotta see how a tiny egg's got you beat. It's like the sun rising in the west—just doesn't happen."
Martin, barely keeping his patience, muttered, "Roll your eyes some more—... Might wanna get that checked."
Carter, the picture of calm with a hint of mischief playing across his features, chimed in,. "I'm with lil' the kidjunior on this. I'm curious, too."
Martin couldn't be bothered with their antics. As he was about to end the call, Ryan piped up again,. "BossPal, you're missing the obvious. Why not ask the second-in-command? The guy's got skills."
Carter and Martin shared a moment of baffled silence.
Jolted by the reminder, Martin suddenly recalledremembered that Carter had once studied abroad and, not taking well toliking the local grub,food, had whipped up his own meals. He quickly asked, "Number two, spill it. How do you crack an egg?"
He quickly asked, "Number two, spill it. How do you crack an egg?"Suppressing a laugh,
Carter's lips twitched , suppressing a laugh, as he tutored Martin condescendinglysaid, "First, take an egg. Find a hard surface—like the counter, the bowl's rim of a bowl, or the pan's edge of a pan, as long as it's harder than the egg. Next, give it a gentle tap to create a small crack. Then, use both hands to gently pull it apart over the bowl."
Ryan and Martin bothThe other two stared, dumbfounded.
After a brief hush, Ryan burst into exaggerated laughter. "Man, I'm dying here!. It's like you're explaining it to a toddler!. Sure, the boss is a kitchen newbie, but come on, do you need to spell it out like that? He isn't going to mistake a rock for an egg, is he?"
Martin's face twitched uncontrollably with nerves. Following Carter's directions, he steeled himself and tapped another egg against the bowl's rim.
He steeled himself and, following Carter's directions, tapped another egg against the rim of the bowl.
The egg cracked successfully.
Ecstatic, Martin went to pull it apart, but his grip was too firm, and the egg was crushed, its contents running through his fingers.
RyanThe other two stared. Carter stared. , dumbfounded.
Then, wWith a measured tone, he Carter advised,, "BossMaybe, a bit gentler next time. You're going all Hercules on it."
Martin tried again, following the instructions to the letter. Same result.
Same result.
Carter took a deep breath, fighting the urgewanting to crawl through the phone line and show Martin himself, continuing. He. He continued to patiently explain the process. However,
iIn just a few minutes...
Ten, ten eggs had met their demise.
At a loss for words, Carter could only exhale in disbelief.
Even Ryan couldn't help but dartdarted into the kitchen, grabbed an egg, and with a gentle tap, like Carter demonstrated, the egggently tapped it until it cracked. Then, with a simple pull apart offrom his hands, the egg landed successfully in the bowl.
Martin: "...??"
Carter: "...??"
Ryan said, perplexed, The other two stared, dumbfounded.
"Isn't this it pretty straightforward? ?" Ryan said, perplexed. "I got it just by listening, and you stillso why can't do ityou?"
Fearing more of Carter's mockery, Martin silently hung upclosed the video call.
Without mercy, Ryan laughed,. "Some wood can't be carved, pal. The middle brotherCarter has given up on you. You're on your own, my friend!. Seriously... you just aren't cut out for cooking. Maybe stick to ordering takeout."
Having said his piece, Ryan ended the video call as well.
"...?" Martin stood amidst the chaos that was nowin the kitchen, doubting himself for the very first time.
Maybe he wasn't Mr. Do-It-All after all.
Now, ifIf he cleans upcleaned the kitchen and ordersed takeout, perhaps Patricia won't catch him in this embarrassing moment, right?wouldn't find out about his failed attempts.
Just as he was about to start tidyingtidy up, a burst of clear laughter erupted from the kitchen's doorway of the kitchen.
. Martin's heart skipped a beat and sank in despair as he anxiously turned towards the door—.
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