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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Father and son alone time
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"And then we add vegetable oil in drops", he raised the oil bottle and did as he said, "Around the edges, so it doesn't get sticky".

Joseph expertly lifted the omelette to allow the oil spread better.

"Wow, this looks mouthwatering", James commented behind the camera.

He suggested that they make a make a cooking video, Joseph volunteered to cook leaving James to be the cameraman.

"Raise your omelette with the spatula well, so it doesn't get burnt, see? Like this", Joseph smiled as he continued his task.

"Wow, our omelet is taking thirty minutes already but I'm still hungry", James commented again as he rubbed his tummy.

Joseph flipped a few times, adding more oil as he answered, "It's taking a long time because a pro is making it".

"Oh you mean a pro as in productive", James laughed hard.

"No, a pro as in professional, old man", Joseph explained as he laughed as well.

"And now, ladies and gent the meal is ready! Dad turn off the camera, it's time to eat!" Jo
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