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

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

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

what Percival had been

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 so capable, try convincing the Perez

Vivienne, "...'

it, the

seek your

smooth talk left Arthur temporarily at

the Perez brothers, a dark gleam flashed in

the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater family, "Have you noticed anything these past

it is, the more likely someone's about

The next day.

Arthur abstaining from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at the table

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

we'll find someone else." Yorick said

finding a new chef could take days.

Dracon could finish, Yorick's glare made

I'm just concerned for

could move in with her,

face turned red, but he dared

fear of

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

expression darkened, "They've

is it?" Vivienne

family's eldest daughter, Alyssa. She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling outside our

receive the

eyes, her tone indifferent, "If she enjoys kneeling so

Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

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

family, a prominent family in Rivenwood, had allowed their young to act so disgracefully, tarnishing their reputation. Especially Alyssa,

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