A big BIG thank you for all of you who had review and add me as a favourite story/author/alert and also had stick with the madness of Cullens males in the kitchen. Yes, now Edward and Carlisle had both failed on their cooking quest, what about Jasper and Emmett? And don't worry: the rest of the Cullens females might just be around the corner...

Disclaimer: No, I still do not own Twilight. It belongs to Stephenie Myer exclusively.

Chapter 7 – Ten Thousand Dollars

"Jazz, let's have a bet," said Emmett excitedly, jumping up and down. If he wasn't careful, he's going to break Esme's floor before even entering the kitchen.

"What now?" sighed Jasper. He collapsed into a sofa, covering his face with his hands. I felt exhausted too.

"Let's have a competition. You and I are going to cook something for our Bella. I bet she'll like my food better than yours," grinned Emmett with a evil smile.

I thought Jasper would just roll his eyes and said he doesn't cook, but he looked at Emmett with a strange glint in his eyes.

I gulped.

"You know what, let's bet. Bella will like my food better than yours," Jasper stood up and faced Emmett.

Emmett laughed. "What makes you think that, Major Whitlock," he crossed his arms

"What makes you think no, Chef Emmett," Jasper looked confident, like he's ready and saddled to go to the war.

They grinned at each other briefly, and shook hands.

"What's the bet?" asked Edward interestedly. I threw daggers at him: how could he encourage them! Do they really want to end me up in the emergency room?

"Hey, stop it! I will not be any of your food experiment guinea pig again!" I said. "I've had enough of vampire cooking for a century, thanks!"

Emmett immediately put on his best puppy dog eyes and begged,

"Aww, Bella! Please! Let me cook for you! I've never ever cook before! You should be honored!"

"Over my grave then I'll be honored!" I snapped. "NO!"

"I know," said Jasper. "We'll pay you to be our judge,"

"You mean guinea pig!" I said.

"We're going to pay you ten thousand dollars, each,"

Well, that changed things.

"Really?" I said in disbelief. "You guys really want me to eat your food that much?"

Jasper and Emmett looked at me with the saddest puppy eyes they could. Plus, I think Jasper messed up my emotion a little, or why would I be reminded of Puss in Boots's teary green eyes in Shrek?

I groaned.

"Don't be sad, Bella," smirked Edward. "Your sacrifice will be well paid off. You'll get twenty thousand dollars after this,"

"And spend half in the hospital," I said. "Alright! I agreed. You guys can cook a dinner for me. But you'll have to pay me twenty thousand dollars!"

Emmett and Jasper slapped each other high five. Then they looked at me, with determined face to win this challenge.

"Don't worry, Bella," said Emmett, heading towards the kitchen, his Bloody Murder shirt forgotten on the sofa, staining Esme's white sofa with blood.

"We'll have your dinner prepared in no time," added Jasper, with a military salute.

I looked at Edward in fear.

"You know what," I said in a small voice. "You go ahead and take care of them. I'll ask Carlisle to drive me to McDonalds first,"

Hahahaha! So. If it's up to you, are you going to be Jasper and Emmett's guinea pig? Chapter 8 tomorrow! Please, please, please review?