Chapter 22

*Neville Pov*

“Deep fry all of these.” She ordered yet again and I just stared at the quantity of Roti’s made from dough which seems to be enough for the whole lane.

“Why to deep fry these, Aunt? Can’t we just do them like normal without much oil?” I asked, to which she as usual glared whenever I gave a suggestion.

“It’s been nearly one month since I have been trying to teach you, but still you didn’t learn a thing.” She said and I stared at her with shock.

“You taught me? When did that happen? Was I sleeping?” I asked, feeling tired like from the past week and not in the mood for her lies.

“When will you learn to talk with respect to the elders?” she asked with tired voice but I didn’t back down.

“When I get that in return.” I replied, to which she again glared before turning on the stove.

“In half an hour everyone will be down for breakfast and I need them ready.” She said before walking away and I sighed walked near to the stove.

What is going on in my life? I should be sitting in