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 interested, I could

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

you wish, but I hope you'll adhere

what Percival

the Perez family. If they don't agree, my hands

Vivienne, "...'

knew it,

look before respectfully addressing Arthur, "I only came to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will personally visit them and ensure you are not put in a difficult

Arthur temporarily at a loss for

a dark gleam flashed

doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater

far, but the quieter it is, the more likely someone's about to

The next day.

the family joined Grandpa at the table

the new chef's cooking, saying she can't get used to it. I visited her yesterday, and she looked pale,

find someone else." Yorick

chef could take days. Maybe, for now,

could finish, Yorick's glare made

concerned for

cold smile, "You could move in with

red, but he dared not say another word against

fear of

reporting to Yorick,

expression darkened, "They've

is it?"

She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling outside

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

indifferent, "If

Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

butler, "Let her kneel further away, don't let her dirty the Linklater family's grounds." Yorick remained

to act so disgracefully, tarnishing

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