Lucy Spencer secretly looked down on Peter Thompson in her heart, but Peter Thompson's answer was exactly what she wanted, so she immediately put on an expression of admiration.

The air of conspiracy grew even stronger!

"Great! There are a few boys in my class who are on the school basketball team. They even got extra points on their high school entrance exams because of basketball, and they act all arrogant. Since Mr. Thompson is so good at basketball, could you teach them a lesson on the court someday? That way they won't keep showing off in front of us girls," Lucy Spencer said excitedly.

The fox finally showed its tail—Peter Thompson couldn't help but laugh and cry. So after all this, it was about making him lose face.

"Sure!" Peter Thompson replied straightforwardly. Not to mention the school team—even if the NBA came, he could still beat them down.

Lucy Spencer was overjoyed! Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Hmph, you're definitely going to have a miserable defeat!" Lucy Spencer smiled slyly, her lips curling in triumph.

"Mr. Thompson, here, have a tangerine!" In a great mood, Lucy Spencer took the initiative to peel a tangerine, sat down warmly next to Peter Thompson, and handed it to him.

The unique fresh scent of a young girl made Peter Thompson a bit uneasy, especially with her bare thighs so close to him, making him feel a little strange despite himself.

She's still just a child! Peter Thompson took the tangerine and shook his head inwardly.

At that moment, Hannah Summers happened to come out of the kitchen with a plate of food. Seeing her daughter smiling brightly as she peeled a tangerine for Peter Thompson, she smiled happily from afar.

"Xinpin, Little Thompson is not bad. This is the first time I've seen Lily peel a tangerine for her tutor!" Hannah Summers said.

"Of course! My judgment can't be wrong!" Mr. Spencer said proudly.

"Oh, please! Wasn't it Old Harris who recommended him?" Hannah Summers rolled her eyes at Mr. Spencer.

Even though they had been married for many years, their relationship was still very good.

The two of them were happily congratulating themselves in the kitchen for finding the right person, not knowing that their precious daughter was plotting a scheme against Peter Thompson.

Chapter 10: The Conspiracy Continues

Soon, the meal was ready. The dishes were plentiful, and the aroma filled the room.

Hannah Summers and Mr. Spencer kept serving food to Peter Thompson, which made Peter Thompson, who had lost his parents at a young age, feel a warmth of home. He was slightly moved and gradually blended into this family that had been strangers just moments before.

"Auntie's sweet and sour ribs are absolutely amazing—crispy, fragrant, and sweet and sour. I couldn't match it even if I tried," Peter Thompson praised.

"Haha!" Mr. Spencer burst out laughing happily and said, "Only Little Thompson has such a discerning eye!"

Seeing Peter Thompson a bit surprised, Hannah Summers rolled her eyes at Mr. Spencer and said to Peter Thompson with a smile, "Look how proud your uncle is! Actually, he cooked this dish."

"Ah! So uncle is actually a master chef!" Peter Thompson said in genuine surprise.

"Of course! I can handle both official business and the kitchen—I'm a well-rounded talent!"

Being praised for his cooking put Mr. Spencer in an especially good mood.

"Look how pleased you are!" Hannah Summers rolled her eyes at Mr. Spencer again, then picked up a piece of sweet and sour rib and put it in Peter Thompson's bowl, smiling as she said, "Don't mind your uncle—this is the only dish he can make well!"

Mr. Spencer gave an embarrassed laugh and said, "Come on, can't you let me save a little face?"

Hannah Summers replied, "Save what? Little Thompson isn't an outsider!"

This sentence from Hannah Summers made Peter Thompson, who had lost his parents as a child, feel a slight tremor in his heart. Whether Hannah Summers meant it sincerely or just as a courtesy, he accepted the kindness.

The warmth that Mr. Spencer and his wife showed toward Peter Thompson made Lucy Spencer uncomfortable, especially when she heard Hannah Summers say that. She felt even more stifled inside.

The more her parents cared for Peter Thompson, the more threatened she felt, and her dislike for Peter Thompson deepened a little.

It was a very strange feeling.

Lucy Spencer's eyes darted around. She was determined to teach this outsider, who had won her parents' favor and was supposed to discipline her, a lesson.

A sly glint flashed in Lucy Spencer's clever eyes once again.

Aren't you here to discipline me? Aren't you here to earn my family's money? Fine, then I'll make you serve me and torment you instead.

"From the way Mr. Thompson talks, it sounds like you can cook too?" Lucy Spencer asked.

At this, Hannah Summers and Mr. Spencer also remembered that Peter Thompson had just said he couldn't match the cooking, so they both looked at Peter Thompson.

Peter Thompson nodded and said, "A little, but compared to Auntie and Uncle, I'm far behind."

In fact, Peter Thompson was being modest. He had been sensible since he was young. His grandfather was old and had poor eyesight, often mixing up salt and MSG, and the smoke from cooking would sting his eyes, so Peter Thompson started cooking at a very young age.

His best dishes were crucian carp, river shrimp, and snails, and, just like Mr. Spencer, sweet and sour ribs.

Because Peter Thompson's family was poor, he often went to the river to dig for snails and fish for shrimp and fish himself, saving money on groceries. Over time, he became especially good at these three dishes. As for sweet and sour ribs, since meat was expensive, Peter Thompson didn't want to waste good ingredients, so he had specially sought advice from a local expert and put in a lot of effort.

"Mr. Thompson really can cook! That's great—now I won't have to eat fast food or instant noodles for lunch anymore!" Lucy Spencer clapped her hands happily.