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.

slightly, "If you're

already irritable, bristled at Percival's provocation, "I don't need your help,

hope you'll adhere to the agreed-upon

huffed, realizing this was what Percival had

to 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

Vivienne, "...'

knew it,

to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will personally visit them

talk left Arthur temporarily at a

a dark gleam flashed in Arthur's eyes, "Then

at the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater family, "Have you

quieter it is, the more likely

The next day.

Arthur abstaining from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at

cooking, saying she can't get used

find someone else." Yorick

could take days. Maybe,

could finish, Yorick's glare made his legs go

just concerned for Auntie's

curled into a cold smile, "You could move in with her,

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

of Arthur was

the butler hurried in, reporting to Yorick, "Sir, the Wright family has sent

expression darkened, "They've got

it?"

She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling outside our front gate, saying..." Sasha finished

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

tone indifferent, "If she enjoys kneeling so

turning to Yorick,

her kneel further away, don't let her dirty the Linklater

Rivenwood, had allowed their young to act so disgracefully, tarnishing their reputation. Especially Alyssa, harboring

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