At that moment, Sasha tasted the spaghetti that Percival had passed her, the familiar flavor once again flooding her mouth. Her expression changed rapidly before settling into a calm demeanor; after all, showing too much emotion could give her away.

"Is it not good?" Arthur's heart sank.

In an effort to protect Arthur's confidence, Sasha hastily shook her head, "No, not at all. I think they're both delicious. It's just that they each have their unique charm. If I had to choose, I'd say it's a tie." Vivienne, "..."

Percival, "..."

Arthur was touched by Sasha's blatant favoritism, though he already knew the outcome of the contest.

To ensure fairness, the bowls had been mixed up.

Only by checking the marks under the bowls could they know who made which dish.

But now, it seemed unnecessary to look.

He was well aware that his culinary creations were not up to par, even by his own standards.

Only his wife stood by him every time, supporting everything he wanted to do.

Arthur's disappointment was evident, prompting Sasha to gently take his hand and reassure him.

"Honey, it's okay. You're just not cut out for this, but it doesn't mean you're not a good father. Our daughter is grown up. Express yourself in your own way; you don't have to struggle with this." Vivienne rarely spoke up, but this time she agreed, "I second that."

Mainly because she truly did not want to eat any more of those dishes.

It was torture.

Arthur brightened up, "Sweetheart, are you saying you're finally accepting me?"

Vivienne deadpanned, "I'm just agreeing you shouldn't cook."

Arthur's spirits dimmed again.

smirked slightly, "If you're

Percival's provocation, "I don't need your help, I have

"As you wish, but I hope you'll adhere

what Percival had been waiting

me. Vivienne's uncles from the Perez family would never agree, and you know her standing within the Perez family. If they don't agree, my hands are tied." Arthur's tone suggested a challenge: if you're

Vivienne, "...'

it, the

came to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will

smooth talk left Arthur temporarily

a dark gleam flashed

at the Linklater family, "Have you noticed anything these past

deepened, "Nothing so far, but the quieter it is, the more likely

The next day.

from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at the table for

suddenly spoke up, "Dad, Auntie has been complaining about the new chef's cooking, saying she can't get used to it. I visited

someone else." Yorick

could take

Yorick's glare made his legs go

just concerned for Auntie's

cold smile, "You could move

brother, you..." Dracon's face turned red, but he dared not

of

reporting to

expression darkened, "They've

it?"

family's eldest daughter, Alyssa. She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling outside our front gate, saying..." Sasha finished for him, "Saying

if she doesn't receive the young master's forgiveness, she won't rise from

her eyes, her tone indifferent, "If

to Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

away, don't let her

disgracefully, tarnishing their reputation. Especially Alyssa, harboring ill intentions towards

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