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.

"If you're interested, I could

don't need your help, I have

I hope you'll adhere to the agreed-upon rules of the

this was what

you know her standing within the Perez family.

Vivienne, "...'

knew it, the

to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will personally visit them and ensure you are not

temporarily

Perez brothers, a dark gleam

out, at the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the

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

The next day.

from cooking, the family

"Dad, Auntie has been complaining about the new chef's cooking, saying she can't get

someone else."

finding a new chef could take days. Maybe, for now,

glare made his

I'm just concerned for

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

he dared not say another

of Arthur

butler hurried in, reporting to

"They've got some

it?"

Alyssa. She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling

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

"If she enjoys kneeling so

turning to Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

instructed the butler, "Let her kneel further away, don't let her dirty the

tarnishing their reputation. Especially Alyssa,

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