Genius Child: Be my Father, Lord President
Chapter 170 ~ S2

The beautiful girl who was fighting in the kitchen, holding a frying spoon with a face masked with flour. According to the sentence of the elder brother, if he had to cook for a whole month. He wanted to shout very loudly to complain his unfortunate fate to his mother and father, but he was helpless because if the brother knew it, then the punishment increased 2 times.

"Do you want to kill me slowly? even he also confiscated the photo of my handsome man, how do I go about my day not seeing vitamin A?" Lea Mumbled.

The menu he wanted to make was fried fish with sausage sauce, a request from the brother. To be honest, if Lea is very confused in recognizing some spices and also never contributed in helping Naina and Dita.

Lea took some Nila fish, cleaned them first and fried them into the hot oil casually, but her casual look changed instantly as her skin was exposed to hot oil splashes. "Aaagh, the oil is very hot, oh my god help me," cried Leah furiously and accidentally spilled the vegetables that had been cut and washed.

Lea again approached the pan containing Nila fish, trying to flip the fish so as not to be charred, once again Lea was exposed to hot oil splashes and he returned excited.

"I'd better wait until the oil doesn't splash my skin" muttered Lea. Because the emergency call made him go to the toilet in a hurry, to forget about the stove that was lit.

"It's very convenient" said Lea, who had just come out of the toilet. He returned to the kitchen and was shocked by the fire on the stove. Quickly and swiftly, Lea

taking a fire extinguisher and directing it to a fire that began to spread widely, it did not take long for him to extinguish the fire.

Once in a sense of security, Lea again approached the frying pan and how surprised he was when he saw the deep black color that enveloped the fish, the smell of charred that could be smelled from all directions made Dita, Nathan, and, Bara, and Naina comes towards the kitchen.

"Oh my goodness...are you at war?" said Naina who widened her eyes.

"And you smell the charred smell here?" connect Bara.

Everyone was surprised by Lea's actions that managed to make the kitchen a mess, while the perpetrator just grinned at the horse staring at his family.

"Hehe, it doesn't look like this is my field" said Lea, who immediately fled to her room, while they just stared at Lea's departure, which began to disappear from her sight.

"That's your son" Bara chirped at Nathan.

"Well, I know. Isn't that really cool, look how he made a mess in the kitchen."

"Well, where's that cool?"

"Here you go, don't be confused. She's my daughter's master and forever remains so, so it's up to her. Didn't he just want to try to be able to cook," defended Nathan who was only in reply Bara with a careless look. Nathan clapped 3 times and came the servants, "you get all this done, and replace the damage with a new one."

"Okay sir," obeyed the servants compactly. The four of them returned with their own routines.

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"Hows it? is Brother Al still asking me how I am?" asked Vivian who was very worried about her.

"That's right, you always ask the situation Miss," replied one of the ministries that Vivian made as a spy.

"All right, you can go."

"None right."

Vivian was very worried about the punishment she would receive, as Al would not forget her words let alone regarding the punishment. She knows how her three sisters are in the law, Vivian always makes excuses for Al not seeing her. Vivian's current state is very good, she always avoids Al and also pretends to be sick when Al forces to see her.

"Aha...I have an idea, this is all I can do is evacuate myself to the apartment owned by Mr. El until the anger of Mr. Al subsides," muttered Vivian who packed a few clothes that were enough for a few days, she opened the wardrobe and connected the fabric by tying several long cloths into one.

Once it felt fit enough for the cloth to get to the bottom, Vivian tied the cloth to the balcony and started throwing her bag. He went down the balcony with the help of the cloth he had tied into one slowly, until his body managed to land to the ground,

he looked around and walked quietly to avoid Al.

"Hehe..aman!"

"Ehem." The sound of someone deheman made Vivian turn her head, looking at a handsome man sitting on a wheelchair, the man she wanted to avoid.

"Sister here?" vivian said with a smile that showed his teeth.

"What if I'm here? do you want to escape my punishment?" said Al while looking into the eyes of the cousin sister by probing.

"Not so big brother, I'm just walking around to get some fresh air."

"Walking around like a monkey?" seloroh Al tilted his head.

"Eh, you saw him?"

"Of course, it's a good thing that Shena took me out of the room and saw your action like a monkey, hanging on that long cloth. Do you want to avoid this punishment from your brother?" al said with a smile.

Vivian knew the meaning of the smile that was thrown from her cousin sister, she swallowed the saliva with great difficulty. He wanted to defend himself, but what a power, as if his voice was stuck in the throat.

"It's not so big brother."

"Aren't you sick? but when you want to run away very smoothly," said Al.

"Heheh."

"I will give you a light sentence, the punishment is to copy the entire book on your desk using your hands without anyone to miss and help from others, it's because you tried to escape the mansion. And the second sentence, clean the swimming column for a whole month. Do both without rebuttal and also rejection if you do not want to be added twice," said Al.

"WHAT?"

"Let's go" said Al, who asked Shena to push back in her wheelchair and drive around the mansion.

"Alright," said Shena obediently, they left Vivian who was still in shock with a very severe punishment for her.

"I want to sit in that chair, let's help me!"

"Just sit in a wheelchair, it's the same thing" said Shena.

"That's very different."

"Huh, okay." Shena just resigned to Al's request which he thought was very strange, while Al enjoyed his condition which was always looking for opportunities in narrowness.