“How did you brew this special cooking oil of yours, Vessy ? It’s got a mouthwatering smell ! ” Jennifer wanted to know.
“Well, Jennifer, I used an old recipe my deceased grandma had left me.” Vessy enlightened Jennifer.
Jennifer giggled: “Don’t tell me your grandma was a witch ?”
Vessy smiled: ” Well, to be honest, she really was a witch. In fact – if we didn’t have this magic spicy cooking oil here, preparing a tasty looking boy like your bro
for cooking would’ve been a much more tedious task !”
Once Jennifer and Vessy had finished ‘painting’ and pouring the ‘magic’ spicy cooking oil all over Lawrence, Vessy licked her lips: “Yeah, now we’re almost done !”